I met with the Japanese scholars at 3am this morning. Together we dug a hole some sixteen feet deep at the spot where I had earlier found an old crisp packet. By 6am we had found nothing. The scholars raged, declaring me a fraud and an enemy of truth, before departing in a quite shameful hissy fit, leaving me to refill the hole alone.
As I was doing this, I discovered a cassette in a plastic holder stuck in a clod of Arbroath's sandy earth, which we had previously overlooked. On the front was a cartoon of a spelunker and the words "Manic Miner". I think this is a clue.
I tried playing the cassette using my walkman device but any secret message to be found is cunningly disguised in high-pitched bleeping and chirruping sounds. This will require more research, but I feel hopeful that this will yield an important clue.
About Me
- HORTON CAREW
- Dundee, Scotland, United Kingdom
- I was born in a hovel in Dundee, the product of a union between a syphilitic scullion and a prominent biscuit maker. I went to school several times, and know some facts.
PREVIOUS ADVENTURES
- The FIRST ENTRY and consequent adventure involving seagulls and Uncle Ben
- A visit from Drs Flitey and Gland
- A bee theory and new punctuation
- A dalliance with immortality
- I become a published poet
- Ghosts and a grail quest
- A lengthy adventure wherein I am plagued by ants and Patrick Bossert (schoolboy cubemaster)
- I become a writer and theatre critic
- A terrifying adventure wherein my dead mother manifests and I become dreadfully evil
- I am interviewed by a postgraduate (good pictures of monkeys included)
- I become an artist, accidentally impregnate my art tutor, fall in love, then become incarcerated
- I formulate a plan to escape my grim asylum (I eventually succeed)
Some other electronic diaries which might reward an idle browse one afternoon.
- Professor Jessica Flitey - she is writing a monograph about me
- Dr. Stu - the musings of a Computing lecturer - as exciting as it sounds!
- Wilf's World - the enthusiastic thoughts of a canny youngster
- Peep This Diary - three 17th Century gentlemen somehow have access to the internet
- The Space Blog of Alfie Haggis - Mr Haggis needs your help
- Groanin' Jock - the groanin's (groanings) of the eponymous Jock (Scot)
- The Germaine Truth - strange goings on in Oregon
1 comment:
Horton old chum, perhaps I can be of help. As you know I am doctor versed in the computational arts.
Manic Miner is an old computer game, harking back to an age where computer data was stored on analogue tape. The sounds you are hearing is the data. For the sake of your hearing I suggest you buy an old Spectrum on E-bay (though given your luck so far, maybe a computer fair is a better idea).
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