It’s that time of year again, when kids are excited and parents are exhausted. Christmas is the busiest time of the year for some, especially Santa; I heard that he recently bought a BMW for each of his elves in order to help him deliver the presents. The world’s population has increased somewhat since the days of sleighs and reindeer.

If you would like to join Tom and Ryan for a game of pool/snooker, sign up for the Callan School Snooker Championships. It will be on Wednesday at 21:30.

Christmas Humour:

Why is Christmas just like a day at the office?
You do all the work and the fat guy with the suit gets all the credit.

What's the difference between snowmen and snowladies?
Snowballs.

The three wise men arrived to visit the child lying in the manger. One of the wise men was exceptionally tall, and bumped his head on the low doorway as he entered the stable.
"Jesus Christ!" he shouted.
Joseph said, "Write that down, Mary; it's better than Clyde!"


Merry Christmas Everybody!!

The Adventures of Bobby Callan #12

They had been walking for three hours or more when Bobby decided that they should rest. ‘I can walk no farther; I must rest,’ Miss Brown had said. Bobby was sure he had heard those words somewhere before.
They sat down under a nearby tree. The jungle reminded Bobby of a question from book four:
‘Supposing there was a place, shall we say, somewhere in the jungle…’
He knew it so well; he even knew the number of the page it was on: six hundred and eighty-nine. The difference was, that instead of looking for a million pounds’ worth of gold, he was looking for the man who had written the question: Robin Callan, the inventor of the Callan method.
‘It’s so hot,’ Miss Brown said, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
‘Perhaps it is on account of past atomic bombs and nuclear explosions having disturbed the upper atmosphere,’ Bobby replied.
Miss Brown said nothing; she had closed her eyes and was trying to sleep.
‘I’ll go and look for food,’ Bobby said. Miss Brown simply nodded her head, not realizing that he had just used the construction, ‘verb + and + verb.’

An hour later, Bobby had found a tree bearing exotic fruit and had begun gathering in the harvest when a voice echoed from behind,
‘That’s my tree!’
He turned around and saw a large man, semi-naked, with long hair and a nose like a boxer’s.
‘The use of a possessive adjective implies ownership’, Bobby replied, ‘and I’m quite sure that this tree does not, in fact, belong to you; it is not yours, you do not own it.’
The man put his fists up, ready to fight. ‘Never fight a man who’s uglier than you are,’ Bobby’s father had once told him (this is the best piece of advice a father can give his son). Bobby wondered if a small man who knew judo would be a match for a big man who knew how to box. Unfortunately, Bobby did not know judo. He was about to run away when the man suddenly received a blow on the head and fell to the ground unconscious. Miss Brown was standing there with the branch of a tree in her hand. ‘Thank God you’re here!’ he exclaimed. They quickly tied the man’s hands behind his back and, after assuring the knots were tight, began to eat the fruit Bobby had collected.
‘Do you fill your stomach completely when you eat?’ Miss Brown asked. Bobby did not answer; he just looked on in horror as the caveman type of person lying on the ground in front of them started to move.
‘Let me go!’ the man demanded.
‘Not until you tell us who you are,’ Bobby said.
‘I’m Bertrand Russell, the famous philosopher who believes that half the world spends its time clearing up the mess made by the other half.’
The man is obviously insane, Bobby thought.
Upon further enquiries, they learned that he had gone on board ship to say goodbye to a friend and had remained on board after the ship had left port, arriving in Thailand after a two-day voyage at sea. The man had been living in the jungle for the past six months after escaping from the police; he had been charged with the crime of riding a bicycle at night without lights.
‘If you lead us to the caves near the city of Phetchaburi, we’ll let you go,’ Bobby said. ‘You have my word.’
‘I have very little faith in other people’s word,’ the man replied.