Frightening to the Power of X: How I Saved Civilisation (Again)
Sometimes the deadliest things seem the most harmless. Take the whale shark. On the surface, this fat fish resembles a peace-loving kale-nibbling mammal; peer into its blowhole, though, and you’ll catch a gut-churning glimpse of the real thing: a malevolent predator bursting to bite you in two.
Frightening.
Then there are ‘innocent’ messages like the one I whisked away from a desk today. At first glance, this little note speaks of a simple adhesive slip-up and the chance misplacement of a mug. Sad but insignificant. And yet, when fully decoded, it tells of something infinitely more sinister – of a family ravaged by addiction and, egad, of a civilisation whose innards are being eaten out by moral corruption of the vilest kind.
Frightening plus 1.
To make matters worse, this message was left in the open, totally nude, a veritable spark itching to ignite the imaginations of passing public servants, one which would do them – and society – no end of harm.
Frightening to the power of X.
Luckily, I was on hand to whisk it away, and, as usual, I reproduce it here as a warning to the unwise. Now that’s how you take a message!
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timm in type 
February 27, 2015 at 11:52 am
And a powerful indictment of gravity’s malevolence, Timm.
Is Corbet a friend of Barker???
February 27, 2015 at 1:42 pm
I know you’re-ronny joking, Glen – Corbet wouldn’t know a Barker if it bit him on the bum.
How’s that for a tortured pun!
And, yes, the gravity’s malice does get me down. Almost daily, in fact.