Winter's on the hunt for fresh blood

As someone put it today, "We need a good harsh winter, gets rid of the old whinging pensioners" and i can't really take issue with that. A good point, and well made.

Aside from that it was another boring day in the existence, foreign drivers who speak no english, and me, who can't speak foreign. So lots of gesturing and hand waving basically, and in the end give up and just let him do whatever he wants and hope he gets mown down by a passing forklift. You can but hope.

Anyway's in the light of fuck all else to write about, i think its time to churn out another chapter in the story "Rocket? My Arse!" for which the first part can be found way down the bottom of the page somewhere.

Part 2 - Interstitial Rifts

Having rung trev's doorbell, it suddenly occured to John that he wasn't really sure what he'd come here for, a garbled text message on the phone had told him he needed to come round during the day, but never really explained why.
Trev's form of late hadn't been the best, there were several times that he'd done things and nobody could work out why, the most extreme of which had been the time he'd claimed to have invented a cure for blindness. His early experiments had yielded little in the way of success and eventually the RNIB got wind of his activities, and had prompty shut down his operations. Undetered though Trev continued to work hard in his vault, and was always keen to make a name for himself.

Suddenly the door swung open and John was presented with a rather dishevelled looking Trev, complete with dingy lab coat and ruffled hair,
"Ah good, you're here, come in, come in"
"Whats this about, you didn't say why im here"

Too late, Trev has scuttled off towards his vault, clutching something in his hand, although the exact nature of it remained a mystery as he disappeared from sight round a corner.
Heaving a large sigh, John stepped inside and shut the front door. Old biscuit crumbs and cake wrappers littered the hallway and having picked his way through the debris he found himself in the front room, with Trev heaving at a small bookcase in the corner.
With an almighty effort the bookcase swung back to reveal a small inset door with a numberpad on it. Trev hunched over and entered several buttons in quick succession, swore softly, and entered more numbers. A triple bleep indicated the presence of the correct combination and the door unlocked,

"Come on, don't stand there gawping, there's work to be done"
"Yes i'm sure there is, but isn't there anyway we can do it up here, i don't fancy going down all them stairs."
"No, i cannot have the work brought up here, there is too much and i can't rearrange my plans just to suit you"
"Well, lead the way then"

A single bulb hanging from the passageway ceiling was all the light that was allowed on the way down to the vault, Trev was a great believer that too much light caused an imbalance in the neutron radiation, and his vault would be discovered by the government. He'd painted the walls with archaic symbols and none of them made any sense to John as he wandered past them, some sort of code he wondered, but Trev was nowhere to be seen, so asking him was out of the question.

Once he'd reached the vault, he found Trev standing next to a bubbling test tube, a small pile of iron filings and some new blueprints that John had not seen before. Trev seemed quite engrossed by them and kept muttering things and taking notes on a small pad he had produced from an inside pocket of his lab coat.

"These are the way forward, these are the future" Trev said
"What are they?"
"These are the revolutionary engines for our rocket" he enthused, writing ever more furiously on his notebook

John wandered over to have a look, but he could make neither head nor tail of what he saw on the prints.

"They look big" he said trying to think of something to say
"It's all releative, these are actually no bigger than the air they displace" Trev replied

yeah, thought John, but how bigs that? He didn't have the patience to probe any furthur as the small pile of iron filings had caught his attention. Having previously sat next to the test tube, they were now all gathered around the tube as if drawn by a huge magnet. John tried to reach out to see exactly what was going on, but Trev swatted his hand away

"Don't meddle, this is highly important work you are fiddling with"
"Come on Trev, this is silly, you've got all this stuff here, you asked me round, yet you won't allow me to touch anything"
"With very good reason, and all will be revealed as soon as i have finished calculating the exact mass of the ship in question"
"What ship?"
"Our ship my boy, our ship"
"You mean the rocket?"
"Please don't call it that, its so much more than just a fuel burning pod"
"Ok sorry, i'll leave you to it"

He wandered over to a bench in the corner and leant against it whilst Trev continued his feverish activites hunched over the drawings. Several minutes later Trev looked up at him and whispered

"Now its finished"

John headed back over to Trev and looked down at the bench,

"Whats finished?"
"The fuel for the ship has now finished settling"

John looked back to the test tube and discovered the iron filings had now reformed back into a small pile next to the vessel and the contents of the tube, which previously had been a blueish bubbling liquid were now a solid red mass in the bottom of the tube.

"What is it"
"Its the most revolutionary fuel to come along since peanut butter" Trev replied with more than a hint of madness in his eye
John didn't like to question what he'd been fueling with peanut butter, but instead decided to humour him
"Whats so good about it?"
"Its the only fuel known to man, that when combined with the engines i will build in my garage, will allow our ship to travel to all known corners of the universe, and beyond!"
"Oh, so it's good stuff then?"
"Only the best stuff you can make, it allows you to instantly jump from one place to another, millions of miles away"
"Very good Trev, how much can you make"
"How much do you want?"
"i don't know, i wasn't planning on going all that far away, the moon at best"

It was dawning on John prehaps Trev had taken the idea of space flight a little too far, but it remains to be seen just if he can actually pull off all the claims he was making, and even more importantly just how safe all this equipment would be when it was all fixed together.
Leaving Trev's house shortly after sunset, John had many thought's in his head, and even more questions than he'd started with.

The end of that bit of nonsense

Right i've taken up more than enough of your valuable living time, go and do something useful