Pack your bag, grab a coat and head off with me to a mystical place, a place where only the brave may date to enter and only the fiercest survive. If you have the courage then perhaps you will make it to the very peak of n’cle.
In all honesty, I’ve never been to n’cle. It’s clearly listed on a lot of signs around here but whenever I head in the general direction it disappears. It is as though n’cle is more of a concept than anything else, it’s a state of mind. You don’t go to n’cle because you’re either there or you’re not. You can’t get there if you’re already there. Yeah, something deep and meaningful like that.
I have dreamt of hiring a helicopter and flying closely over the terrain in the hope of finding a physical, tangible thing. Perhaps n’cle is so small that only the locals know where it is. Perhaps it’s a stump in the middle of a dell, or a well, or a part of Hadrian’s Wall with a bad smell.
These are all theories though and none of which get me closer to n’cle. I will forever be chasing it, desperate to taste it, smell its goods and embed myself within its warm embrace. Embed? Definitely embed.
13 comments on “Take a trip with me”
Is n’cle just short for knuckle? If so, knuckles are very small, geographically speaking. You’d have a hard time spotting it. Especially if it was just in someone’s front garden, behind the hedge.
I once met the Man from N’cle. He had a sharp suit and a gun that was inexplicably long. He kept asking if I knew anything about thrush. Strange chap.
Do you reckon he knew the man from Delmonte?
He did actually, they were about to go on a double date with the fruit-hatted Chiquita lady and Mrs Mop.
Mrs Mop… I want to pretend I know who that is but I can’t so it begs the questions, “why don’t you have a larder, Kev?” and also, “who is Mrs Mop?”
I do have a larder and Mrs. Mop is a card game. https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrs._Mop
Is it a secret larder, like your blankets in cushions fiasco?
I expect so. If it was out in the open he wouldn’t be able to hold the Chiquita lady hostage in there. He’s hoping the Jolly Green Giant will pay the ransom and make him rich.
Ah… oh… what now?
Is Kev some kind of despot now?
Yeah. Why not.
What a bastard.
What an absolute bastard
If he’s not bashing Betty he’s kidnapping banana ladies, like a fiend.
What a Betty bashing banana bird bodysnatching bastard.
(this feels like the olden days when we would hand out the snark and the sass, light up a couple of zingers and there’d be no response and no comeback because he was never here).