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DATE: Oct. 14, 2005
TIME: 6:03 p.m.
LOCATION: Gdansk, Poland
SPOTTER: Major Dick

I just achieved a personal best high-score on the 1958 vintage Roto Pool pinball game located in the rear of the dark and fashionably unfashionable Piwnica Św. Jerzego pub in a working-class area of Gdansk. Other than the twice weekly, full-on, pinball competitions that last not less than 76 hours, there are only two reasons to be here: schooners the size of your head brimming with slightly chilled Absinthe, and the curvaceous and accommodating Aleksandra.

However, due to a small yet intense misunderstanding between me, a window washer and a smartly uniformed government employee over a nipple ring and a day old kielbasa, my stay would be uncharacteristically brief. After spending a requisite amount of time whispering sweet somethings into my dear sweet Allie’s ear I made for the pub’s rear door. Before I could facilitate my exit, the good Mr. Tomasz Skronkowski, Mayor of Gdansk, sprung from the dimly lit back booth and bade me join him in his covert party. Not one to turn down the offer of libations gratis - nor one to snub someone who possesses an envelope of photos of me in circumstances of questionable moral substance – I cheerfully joined the right-honorable mayor and his companions.

As luck would have it, shortly after I sat down, the mayor soiled himself during a fit of laughter brought on by a particularly amusing discussion of accounting principles. While the mayor attended to his situation in the restroom, I took the opportunity to bid good-day to the remaining dignitaries and promptly bolted for the back door. Shortly, I found myself in a deserted alley and in the half-light of a calm yet unseasonable cool Gdansk Tuesday evening. As expected, the Absinthe and adrenaline spike made my head swim.

About the time I had decided to lean against the damp wall to my right and rid myself of the poisons in my stomach I heard a strange, yet not altogether unfamiliar, whir and whoosh sound from above. Tilting my head skyward, I saw a silver B-Class airship, with no markings, spanning the length and breadth of the alley; effectively eclipsing all evidence of the sky above it. As the manual states when confronted with such a situation, I straightened my back, puffed out my chest, and stared menacingly at the intruder – for what seemed like hours due to the concerted effort it took the balance of my organs not involved in the stare to keep the fluids in my stomach in check. Finally, it motored forward and disappeared behind the buildings.

I awoke the next morning with a kidney missing.

DATE: Oct. 18, 2003
TIME: 5:35 p.m.
LOCATION: Shepperton, England
SPOTTER: Airship Spotter Basic George

When I saw this huge blimp, I thought it was a UFO. It was very brightly lit up and was flying about 30 feet above ground. I always used to see a blue Phillips blimp but I do not see it any more. I wonder why?