Close Encounters of the ‘Turd’ Kind… Part 2.

-and I’m still not talking with an Irish accent.

Back for another liberal dosing of  fertilizer for metaphoric rose garden that is UFOlogy is, again, The Sun..

Close Encounters of the ‘Turd’ Kind… Part 1.

No, I haven’t adopted an Irish accent I’m referring of course to the fecal matter which is currently being voided by Britains best loved lavatory paper ‘The Shun’.

When I decided I wanted to be a Journalist (a week last Saturday – the urge lasted around five minutes before relapsing into wanting to be wardrobe mistress to Johnnie Depp) I was quite shocked to find that most of the vacancies for writers had a minimum requirement of either degrees in media studies or high passes in common secondary school examinations. looking at some of the recent stories I’m left wondering – how come you don’t need a masters in Bullshit?

So, the article that bit my arse this time?

Roswellian mularky again again.

Silly season is upon us. It seems that the good ole boys in the money making department of the UFO world are running a bit short? Or perhaps it’s the beginning of conference season in the US and UK.