Commentator, to camera "Once a year, the eyes of the nation turn here, to this tiny hamlet in Cambridgeshire, to watch a master at work. The master? The worlds most famous weirdo, the groundpenguin, who, as legend has it can predict the coming of extending drinking times at the pub."
A groundpenguin club official pokes a pixie stick through the door of the house and retreats.
Commentator: "And here's the moment where we wait to see if he will notice his shadow..."
The door opens and a bleary eyed face pokes through it, covering his eyes against the sunlight.
Groundpenguin: "Ah! The light, it burns! It burns!"
The door slams shut.
Commentator "Well, looks like we're no closer to longer opening hours at the pub, dammit."
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Date: 2004-02-02 08:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-02 08:57 am (UTC)*wonders if she should campaign for the institution of Groundpenguin Day*
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Date: 2004-02-02 08:58 am (UTC)Re:
Date: 2004-02-02 09:11 am (UTC)Commentator, to camera
"Once a year, the eyes of the nation turn here, to this tiny hamlet in Cambridgeshire, to watch a master at work. The master? The worlds most famous weirdo, the groundpenguin, who, as legend has it can predict the coming of extending drinking times at the pub."
A groundpenguin club official pokes a pixie stick through the door of the house and retreats.
Commentator:
"And here's the moment where we wait to see if he will notice his shadow..."
The door opens and a bleary eyed face pokes through it, covering his eyes against the sunlight.
Groundpenguin:
"Ah! The light, it burns! It burns!"
The door slams shut.
Commentator
"Well, looks like we're no closer to longer opening hours at the pub, dammit."
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Date: 2004-02-02 10:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-02-02 01:35 pm (UTC)