Sounds like the name of a killer 80's rock song. By some parody, type band - maybe I should email this across to Weird Al Yankovic and see what he thinks of it. Perhaps he can pull off a little spoof of Korn or Linkin Park or the like. And, for the record, they are among my favorite bands, so no hate there. In case that idea ever nearly popped up.
Oh! Get this - the Peace Goat! Or Goat of Peace. One of the two. And I DIDN'T come up with this one. I can't freakin' believe it. Apparently in one of these charity things, you can get this book of "real" gifts or something of the sort to give as christmas. Like give the gift of a day out to an old granny - costs 25 pounds only - gets her a perm and haircut and a nice happy time that'll apparently make her feel like a million bucks. Anyways, one of the gifts was the Peace Goat. You apparently donate like 20 pounds or less on this one - and a small village in some random place somewhere gets a ... you know it ... a goat! So the way this works is that the village shares the goat. The family that needs it the most gets to keep it and take care of it. You get nourishing milk, fertilizer and so on. Or maybe you get a female goat as well. Or they have one. Somewhere along the way, kids appear - and the whole village has goats and now they're happy.
Just when I think that I'm close the the edge on reality's limits here, here comes the Peace Goat. Really puts things into perspective, don't it?
It is amazing though, to think about how inspirational these tube journeys have been of late. Got an idea for changing a character in a story today. Someone I know won't be too pleased with the violent implications, but hey - at least I was thinking of the person in question when the idea came up, eh?
Till the forsaken Mackerel plunders Kazakhstan.
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