UFO

Last night I returned home from the beach with Shelley to find some of the guys I live with in the garden. Two of them were having a jam - one on trumpet, the other guitar; another two were practicing some new juggling moves. One of the guys, Sebastian, was raised in the circus. He has a stupid hair cut, is about 5'3" and is the most amazing juggler I have ever seen. He can unicycle with one foot, balance a ball on the other and another on his head, while juggling three skittles. The two musicians were playing improvised jazz style rhythms. Shelley and I went out to join them and took some pictures and filmed a little.

Shortly after, I had a shower, a shit and a shave and went downstairs to my bedroom. On my way down I heard loud voices in the garden, including my name being called. I went out to investigate and saw Daniel, Martin and some other Argentinian guy who's name I can't remember, all standing at the end of the garden staring up into the night sky. They all had their eyes completely fixed and were frantically calling for me to come and join them. When I did, I was flabbergasted by what I saw. Directly above us were about twenty or so lights floating in a triangular formation. Some were flashing and others static. They were moving slowly as if expanding. Then more started appearing but now different colours of green and red. At first I tried to excuse them as planes or helicopters but there were too many and they were too close together. 'Shelley, you gotta fucking come and see this,' I shouted into the house, 'this is fucking mental, I'd be quick if I were you!' Shelley hurried down the steps to join us. 'Jesoos Chroost' she howled in her Dublinesque accent. 'Wha is thaa?' She asked. No one had an answer to give, we just stood staring in amazement. I then darted up the stairs to fetch my Olympus and was back in a matter of seconds filming what we saw above. More lights appeared. What could it be? Aliens? What the fuck? I am sceptic at the best of times but couldn't deny what I saw with my own eyes.

As we continued to stare, I got on my mobile and called Samba Villa. Joe answered and without a greeting I started 'Joe you gotta get the fuck outside, bro, there's fucking spaceships 'n' shit up in the sky' He was like 'What the fuck?' Before putting the receiver down to go and check it out. He called back 'errr, Nik man, I din see no aliens, dude,' he said chuckling. 'THERE'S MORE, GET YOUR ASS OUTSIDE, BRO!' I shouted, just as more lights started appearing; this time orange and in another area of the sky. My phone rang, it was Joe again 'NIK, THEY'VE FUCKIN LANDED IN LAPA SQUARE, GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!' He screamed, before promptly hanging up. 'Fuck off,' I thought, knowing he was taking the piss. By this time the last of the lights had disappeared, so I loaded my bag with my camera and data cable and headed down to the hostel to examine the evidence.

When I got there, I asked Joe if he had seem them 'Yeah, they're hot air balloons,' he said, 'people used to set'em off in my neighbourhood.' 'No way' I replied. 'You didn't see the ones I saw.' 'I'm pretty sure they were balloons, Nik,' he said in a pragmatic tone. 'As soon as he said this I kind of accepted it as truth, but was slightly gutted. Take a look at the link below and make your own mind up.

The truth is out there..... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ynuJdVqr8ZM