Fowl business

Except at work where it's an occupational hazard, I’m not generally bothered by the undead in the course of my daily life.

I’m unfortunately far too long in the tooth to attract the attention of darkly alluring cape swirling vampires and nowhere near hairy enough to be a worthwhile addition to the werewolf clan. I'm unpeturbed by poltergeists and if spooks or spirits or spectres do stalk my halls, they pass me by unseen. I’m pretty sure that there are no Voodoo entranced persons nearby either, although admittedly it can be hard to tell out in the High Street on an average Friday night. I no longer even read horror stories for fear of breaking my mattress through the running jump necessary to avoid the mysterious hands about to dart any second to grab my ankles from that two inch deep dark chasm beneath the bed. And the rather sweet Twilight film is the closest I’ve come to a heart-stopping horror movie in several years.

However, I was accosted by a zombie yesterday in the most unlikely of places; right here on the internet. And not just any old run-of-the-mill-can't-actually-run-can-only-shuffle-sideways-ish-with-my-mouth-open-whilst-making-a-sort-of-low-groaning-noise zombie either. No. It was, specifically, a zombie chicken. And not just any old zombie chicken either, but the zombie chicken award - the veritable Oscar statuette of the zombie chicken world. Presented to me by the marvellous TheChicGeek, I feel it my honour-bound duty to share with you my citation in full:

"The blogger who receives this award believes in the Tao of the zombie chicken - excellence, grace and persistence in all situations, even in the midst of a zombie apocalypse. These amazing bloggers regularly produce content so remarkable that their readers would brave a raving pack of zombie chickens just to be able to read their inspiring words.

As a recipient of this world-renowned award, you now have the task of passing it on to other worthy bloggers. Do not risk the wrath of the zombie chickens by choosing unwisely or not choosing at all..."

I am delighted with my award and (after much faffing and general tekkie incompetence) have posted a picture of it over here >>> And if you're brave enough to click on the zombie chicken's picture >>> you'll be transported in an instant to TheChicGeek's wonderful blog too.

But beware, for as with any story of the supernatural, this award comes with a spine-chilling curse. Should you hear a pecking and a scratching and a low-sounding bock bock bocking at your door at the undead of night, then you'll know I've passed the zombie chicken award onto you.



(Cue: high pitched cackling, fading to black...)