Happy Christmas to all my friends and colleagues in SHADO. It has been a particularly busy twelve months for me and regrettably I was not been able to keep you all appraised of my achievements over the last year.
However, it is very satisfying to be able to relate now some of the many successful incidents that took place since my last Christmas message to you all.
January 2010 was a cold month. Moving over to England from my palatial Penthouse suite overlooking Central Park was a real wrench, but when Ed Straker begged me to come and help him run SHADO I felt duty bound to accept. After all, I hate to see a grown man cry.
So I packed up, took quick flying lessons and within two weeks had got my pilot’s licence. Straker was so surprised to see me landing my own personal 737 at Heathrow. It was considerate of him to meet me, although I had a feeling that he had an ulterior motive, besides just wanting to make sure I found my way to my apartment.
February saw me settle into my role as Vice Commander-in-Chief of SHADO, and I was soon running my departments with an efficiency and competence that had Straker coming to ask me for advice. I was able to increase efficiency by over 135% and also reduce expenditure by nearly 64%. General Henderson was most impressed and asked me several times if I knew of any way to remove thorns from his side. I suggested that he dig his roses up and plant petunias instead.
In March I re-organised the Skydiver Fleet into eight different zones. Unfortunately, as there are only seven Skydivers, the operation has not been as successful as I had anticipated, but I cannot be held to account for Ed Straker’s incompetence in only ordering seven submarines. The man should have had more foresight. As it is, the aliens have only discovered the gap in the defences after four weeks. Which was plenty of time for me to formulate my cunning plan to thwart their attacks.
So in April I informed Straker that if he gave me a further 343 trillion dollars I could create an invisible barrier that would successfully stop anything from entering Low Earth Orbit. He gave me a funny look and muttered something about Moonbase flights and satellites and space exploration and refused to lend me the money. Honestly the man has no vision.
May was another busy month. I was in charge of Moonbase and I saw it as my main priority to get the whole place looking spick and span. I put everyone on double shifts and, with Health and Safety as my remit, I set about making sure that signposts to Moonbase were posted at all the craters nearby, as well as double yellow lines to prevent unauthorised parking in crater bays, unless at designated times. The Interceptor pilots all underwent special training in ‘Necessary Precautions when using Slides.’ And as a result they all went on strike until they were provided with the recommended safety mats to use when entering the Interceptor cockpits and there have been no reported injuries, although the increase in Interceptor launch times from its previous time of 27 seconds to the current 3 minutes 48 seconds annoyed Commander Straker for some unfathomable reason.
I thought he would be pleased that his pilots were no longer at risk from friction burns. He shouted something about no injuries ever being reported before, but as I told him, that was not the issue. Health and Safety protocols have to be followed at all times.
I completed my Moonbase rotation in June, and returned to Earth. The Lunar Module flight was slightly delayed by Solar winds so I was pleased that I had taken a copy of War and Peace with me, in the original Russian. I spent a very pleasant couple of hours translating the whole text into Norwegian.
Commander Straker assigned me to Skydiver 3 for the next month, guarding the waters off Antarctica. I hadn’t realised that the Skydivers patrolled so far south, but he assured me that it was vitally important to keep a watchful eye on such an isolated stretch of ocean. I was out of radio contact with HQ for nearly the whole of the rotation, which was unusual, as SHADO has excellent radio systems, but I expect that the Commander was testing my initiative.
I did manage to contact them on a couple of occasions, but unfortunately the Commander was absent each time. He had gone to get some air apparently. Anyway, it was a quiet month with no alien activity, so I catalogued the local population of blue whales and transcribed their songs into harpsichord tunes complete with descant and harmonies.
August went by so quickly I hardly had time to think! The birth of the triplets was so easy that I was back at work the following day, and all three of them were sleeping through the night after the first two days. I really wonder why some mothers make such a fuss about childbirth. I just went into sick bay, sat on the examination table and popped them out in the space of five minutes. Simple. Straker was very angry. Wanted to know who the father was. I told him it was an anonymous sperm donor, blue eyed and blond haired and a physics graduate from MIT. He went very quiet for some reason.
September, and yet another posting. I sometimes think Straker is trying to get rid of me, but of course I do know that he has realised my worth to the organisation and is trying to share my expertise with all the different bases. So I was posted to Alaska for four weeks.
As it was winter the base was in constant darkness and fuel was in short supply, but I discovered a cache of empty beer cans waiting to be recycled, and, together with an ample supply of Polar bear excrement, I managed to create a fusion generator that provided us with heat and light. The resulting melting of the icecap for a distance of 50 miles in every direction was a little unexpected, but I am sure that the small rise in the sea level will soon be forgotten. After all, Blackpool was never very important was it? And they do say that the tower looks impressive surrounded by water.
October brought yet another posting. So many experiences, so many new friends… Deep Space Observation Platform 49, out past Jupiter. I had intended to take my clarinet along with me to practise for my solo performance with the London Philharmonic Orchestra, but somehow it must have been mislaid while Straker was checking my equipment. So I was bereft without my favourite musical instrument. However, despite the isolation and the lack of contact with Earth or the Moon due to still more radio failure (I must tell the Commander to discipline his maintenance workers!) I managed to build a working fullsize pipe organ using solar panels, duct tape and spare urine collection bags. And the time simply flew by! It’s amazing how creative one can be!!
November saw me back in the safe haven of SHADO HQ. Straker immediately took a month’s furlough, so I think he must have been really pleased to see me as I am the only person who can run HQ with any efficiency. I set about organising the rota and getting everything ship-shape. Lt Ford was a little peeved that I dismantled his communications system. But it worked even better when I had put it all back together. I think he made a bit too much fuss about the fact that all the messages were coming through in Welsh though. After all, he is the communications officer. And I am sure he will find a use for all the bits that were left over after I had finished rebuilding the console. Won’t he?
December. The end of the year. And what a year it has been. So many places, so many experiences, so many memories. And I am happy to say that Ed Straker has realised my worth at last. He has promoted me to Commander-in-Chief of the newest SHADO Base. On Pluto.
So, to all my friends and colleagues, I wish you all a very happy Christmas and a prosperous New Year.
Yours, Commander-in-Chief, SHADO Pluto Base,
Virginia Lake
This is hillarious.
It is Interesting that this does imply that Commander Straker is now a father again and Col Lake a mother. This could provide some interesting ask Dr Jackson moments.
Would this mean that the commander will be helping Col.Lake when it comes to finding baby sitters or taking the children on studio tours when they are older. If so I know a few of us in H.Q who would be willing to help out on occasion. If Commander Straker does not want us to publisise the fact that Lake and he are somewhat closer now I am sure that all staff here will be more than willing to take a small does of amnesia drug or be sworn to secrecy which ever is the preferred option. on behalf of interested babysitters at H.Q.