Day 294, Plastic family gathering

Who knows what strange confluence of events caused them to arrive but here they are.

The chances of anything coming was a million to one they said.  Although who the mysterious 'they' are we do not know.

But still they, the intergalactic 'they', come - my assumption is that they're intergalactic, based on the firm evidence of my completely made up belief.

Why they choose to gather in nondescript high streets up and down the country is unknown.  Our best brains are on the case but have yet to have come up with any handy soundbite for dispersal to the media.

So, until that handy soundbite has been formulated I propose that we use this Mel Smith song to describe them, with a slight alteration.  I've no idea whether or not they are morons so let's call them coneheads.*


Coneheads, and we come from outer space

Lots of space from ear to ear

And we're on your high street near

A big hole in the ground

Etc.

*Morons From Outer Space and Coneheads, both films about space aliens.

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