||[Feb. 4th, 2007|02:52 am]
It is now day 6 or perhaps 7 of this bastard cold, which has rendered me far from productive over the last few days. I suppose in some ways I should be grateful. It has after all given me good reason to take a break from my usual ruthless work ethic and get back in touch with relaxation. The experience has admittedly been a trifle dull so far, but today something happened that awakened my curiosities.|
I went downstairs around 6pm to get some food, and on the kitchen table was an envelope addressed to me. A photograph of said envelope can be found below:
It was light, quite small, and nothing seemed to be in it. Upon opening it I found single satchel made of tracing paper that had been folded and taped up. There was no note or anything, just this satchel. It was clear that some sort of substance was inside it, though exactly what was a mystery. At first I thought the contents to be a powder and so naturally assumed it was some sort of drug delivery. Where did it come from? I pondered. Had someone signed me up to some sort of illegal mail order drug network? Or was this just a random delivery in a brilliant new Columbian marketing scheme. There were too many possibilities, the only decent thing to do was to open the satchel and find out.
So there I stood, seconds later, unwrapping the paper as far away from my face as possible, based on my latest assumption that it contained deadly anthrax (or perhaps something more current like ground up Bird Flu infected Chicken skin) and that upon exposure a few extra cm's distance would give me that all important greater chance for survival. But to my surprise there was no powder inside, just a small blue plastic plane. A slightly out of focus photograph of it can be found below:
As it may or may not be clear, the plane is fairly detailed for its size, but there are no symbols on it, just markings representative of a fighter plane.
What the hell? Who sent me this? Why?
I assumed at first it must be from someone I know, because who else would know my address and send me something without any documentation. I looked again at the envelope, which appears to have been sent from Southhampton. I know a couple of people that USED to go to University there, but not very well, and they aren’t the types of people likely to send such a thing. Nevertheless, someone I know who is trying to do something random seems like the best explanation.
But one cannot ignore the symbol of the plane on the envelope, which is to scale with the plastic model, and theres also the typed nature of my address. Surely no one casually sending a random tiny toy plane would go to the effort to creating these markings. There would just be no point. But at the same time, what sort of organisation would send something like this without any reference to their identity. The stamps are also odd. They aren’t regular stamps, hell the Beatles are on the top, and there are many of them, all stuck on top of each other. Is this a clue?
I will be very disappointed if I never find out who sent me this and why. I have hopes that it is either a surprise token to indicate that I have won some sort of nationwide competition, or perhaps fan mail; because in the first year of University I did an assignment featuring planes and maybe someone was touched by the work.
On a final note, this did remind me of the random toy legs Kim was sent in the post. I can’t recall where those were sent from, but it could have been Southampton. I can’t see how the two incidents are related though, because he seems to keep in contact with quite a few ‘thinking outside the box’ types from whom such a delivery might not be too surprising. Most of the people I know are not so free thinking, and if they did send something, its intentions would be far more obvious.
I shall investigate further. Hopefully this cruel mystery will be solved.