Today I'm going to try and be productive, something I've failed to do so far today. I have a list! Yes, I do. I must clean my fish tank. I have to then test the water in the fish tank. I also need to practice for my music practical exam on Thursday. And organise a video for Tuesday. A vlog should do methinks.
And so I need to go about finding something to vlog about. Say, a current event or maybe this blog.
Okay, I have an idea. You know those stories you get which are quite long and interesting but lead nowhere or has a terrible punchline at the end, leaving the audience confused and predictably frustrated they stuck around to listen?
Well, if you haven't, here's an example which I will tell in a vlog and post on this blog once I upload it to YouTube on Tuesday. If you have, read it anyway. Take note I have no idea where this story originally came from, nor am I purposefully violating any copyright:
The King of Umbungoland
Once there was a king. He ruled happily and fairly over Umbungoland and all his subjects loved him.
Now, The King Of Umbungoland was very good friends with the king of the neighbouring country, Mantusseland. His good friend decided that for The King Of Umbungoland's birthday, he would get the finest carpenters of the land to create a new throne for him.
And so, on the 1st of August, The King Of Umbungoland received the most magnificent throne with carvings so intricate you'd need a microscope to behold the true beauty of it.
Now The King Of Umbungoland was very pleased and thanked his friend greatly for his supreme generosity. He reigned for many more years over Umbungoland in peace and happiness.
Until one day.
One day, as The King Of Umbungoland looked up from his lovely throne, the latest Argos catalogue came shooting underneath his mud hut door.
Curious, he got up and walked over to it.
He decided to see if there were any thrones superior to the one he owned, chuckling at the thought. I mean, surely that wasn't possible... wasn't it?
The King Of Umbungoland flipped to the throne section and gasped. There, newly in, was a throne. It was
exactly the same as his current one. But this throne... this throne was made completely of silver.
He scurried as fast as he could to the phone. He could
not let anyone else have that throne. Why, he was The King Of Umbungoland, he
had to have the best throne in the world to show his superiority over the surrounding countries.
Whipping out his credit card, The King Of Umbungoland ordered the throne.
Two weeks later, it arrived. It was beautiful, one of the best thrones he had ever seen, in fact...
the best.
There was, however, a problem. There was a hulking great wood one in the way. But he didn't want to just throw it away, it would be an insult to The King Of Mantusseland.
Of course, there was a simple solution. He called out the window to some of the local young men in the street outside to come and help him. They complied, and under The King Of Umbungoland's instruction, lifted the throne up and into the rafters for storage.
And so, for another few years, The King Of Umbungoland reigned in happiness over his country.
Until One Day.
A brand new edition of the Argos catalogue came skidding underneath his door and came to rest at his feet, open at the throne section.
A gleaming gold throne looked at him, pleading him to buy it.
He closed it, thinking:
I have, in these years, become wise and realised I do not need material possessions to show what a great King I am.
But he bought it anyway. He just couldn't resist.
After two weeks, he sat at the door and waited... and waited...
...and waited.
He waited a day and a night, and, when it didn't come, he phoned up Argos.
After much discussion, and Argos explaining how much work it took to create a gold throne and how the gold had to be heated to a much higher temperature than silver, he accepted that he would have to wait another two weeks for his new throne to appear.
Once it came, The King Of Umbungoland needed assistance with storing the silver throne in the rafters. It took a great many more people to lift the silver throne, but after a long night's work, they managed it.
A decade of wonderful ruling passed and all was well.
Until One Day.
A catalogue, Argos of course, blasted through his newly installed letterbox built in preparation of a whole new influx of fan mail.
As The King Of Umbungoland held the catalogue in his hands, trying to resist temptation, it just
happened to fall open at the throne section.
The page blared: Buy Our New Diamond Throne With Two Previous Purchases Under Your Belt And We'll Give You A Fifty-One Percent Discount!!!
Well, The King Of Umbungoland thought, it's better than half price, how can I say no?
So he phoned up Argos and they promised the arrival date to be within three months to prevent him from phoning up again.
Three months later and the Diamond Throne arrived.
The King Of Umbungoland had decided to make this an occasion and all the folk from the surrounding villages in Umbungoland had turned up.
After ordering that both the gold and diamond thrones be lifted up into the rafters of his mud hut to clear a space for a party, The King Of Umbungoland broke into a dance on his cleared floor.
All attending followed his example and there was song, food, dancing and wine.
Meanwhile, the rafters began to creak and groan under the stress of the wooden, silver, gold and diamond thrones.
The whole hut collapsed with the weight.
Everyone inside perished.
Moral of the story?
'Don't stow thrones at grass houses.'
Well, I hope you didn't find that too awful - I did spend over half an hour typing my version of it all up. Comment on this telling me what you think if you like, and I'll see you at the next blog post.