I wouldn't sail this ship if I were you
1. One Sunday, an old woman discovered a hole in a book. The hole was about the size of a fist and of unknown depth; it was accessible only from page 265, and there was no sign of it at all on page 266. The sides were rough with something like dirt or rust. The woman, who had no particular remaining responsibilities, determined to set off on an expedition to explore the hole; the only problem being that it was too small. So she set off to the print shop to photocopy the page and get the hole enlarged to a size she could crawl into.
2. On the way to the print shop, she dropped a packet of pins which she had been intending to take into the book (for she knew that there was often an unmet need for pins on adventures). The pins fell into the road, and were run over by the number three bus. The bus continued for three miles with a packet of pins spinning round on one of its tyres; and then it suffered a loud and spectacular puncture. The bus driver stepped off the bus, tripped on a pin and broke his jaw in three places on a passing brick.
3. The bus driver spent three months with his jaw wired up, drinking chicken soup and watching the most peculiar daytime soap operas. But when he came to open his mouth again, the bus driver found that he could say nothing but “Well.” With the help of a large PPI settlement which he had been encouraged to apply for through subliminal messaging hidden in ‘The Lonely and Desperate’, he hired the finest speech therapist in twelve countries to help him.
4. After seven weeks of intense therapy, the speech therapist managed to draw forth six other words, including 'January’, 'and’ and 'banana’. He decided to write a paper on the case, which he intended to present some months later at a conference in Cairo. However, he was in the end unable to speak at the conference as he had accidentally stuck himself to the bed in the conference hotel room with marmalade.
5. With the help of three phone calls, the speech therapist managed to detach himself in time to take the boat home. However, he found that he had left his foot behind, which was a surprise, as it had not previously been detachable. Fortunately, he had given the hotel his home address. When they found the foot, they were able to post it to him. In fact, because they sent it by airmail, it arrived home somewhat before he did. By this time, he had obtained a fine prosthetic in the port of Rotterdam and was only interested in the foot for sentimental value.
6. Later in life, when short on money, he took the foot to an alien pawnbroker. The pawnbroker paid him fifteen perfect spheres for it. He found, however, that the spheres bothered him; and nobody seemed willing to convert them into cash. So he took them to the Department of Things at the local university, where an archivist offered to assess them for admission into the Permanent Collection.
7. The archivist determined that the spheres were of no interest, as they could not be put into any of the current categorisations. She put them in the bin at the back of the department, where a dumpster-diving chemist took them home and used them to play something a bit like giant snooker-chess-tiddlywinks with the children in her back garden. Interestingly, the archivist later invented the number nine, for which she was awarded a small medal.
8. Seventy years later, the chemist died of a misremembered appendix. The children took the spheres out of the attic, but could not remember the rules of the game; instead, they brought them to family reunions and placed them on the table, where they sat, dully gleaming, amongst pints of stout at the eldest’s wake, and amongst glasses of champagne on the occasion of the youngest refusing a knighthood.
9. The middle child, who had never had occasion to summon her siblings to drinks and spheres, had a habit of stretching in the garden after breakfast. One day she stretched a little too far to the right and accidentally slapped a passing time traveller in the face. The time traveller was irate but, not wishing to interfere with human timelines, contented herself with transporting the middle child’s shed two hundred years into the past. Thereafter, no shed built in that garden would remain temporally stable, and the middle child had to keep her lawnmower in the garage.
10. There were once three second-hand booksellers who found some sheds in the woods near their home, where they lived with an irascible cat. It so happened that, the evening before, the cat had shredded a first edition of Shakespeare’s Laundry Poetry. As a consequence the booksellers were feeling particularly angry. They took it in turns to punch the sheds. which helped a little. Then (seeking a cat-proof storage solution) they took the sheds home and filled them with books. But for ever after, the books they sold were a little peculiar. This did not go down well with the punters and eventually the booksellers were forced to liquidate their remaining stock and go into haberdashery instead. One of the books was sold to an old woman…