Park benches are not widely seen here on Mars, though reminiscing certainly is. We all wonder about our next trip off-world, as it were. And then we realise how lucky we are to be here away from the maddening crowds of pollies, and bullies, and liars and baying hounds (that last one is for the feline among us). And we calm down, make a nice cup of tea, and spread some anchovette over a few crackers for afternoon tea. You’re welcome to the recipe – phone 1800-FISH-A-RAMA.
The Moai are one of my favourite mysteries of the world – if only we had some here on Mars – or maybe we do – cue thrilling music with a little vibrato. Well, I suppose there’s a lot of information about them, and mystery may be stretching it a little. But one has to wonder why the esteemed sculptors kept making the great big heads when all around them was going to hell, not to mention treeless, foodless, and tuna-less. Ordering pizza was not an option.
On the plus side, we still have nearly 900 of the gigantic beauties to ponder over and admire. They’re monoliths, you know, and were responsible for thriving physiotherapy businesses on Rapa Nui (not a true fact, but perhaps an alternative fact – hahahahahaha).