The horror of blimps:

“Using the artificial convection of my central heating, the blimp stealthily departed my office. It moved silently through the living and drifted to the staircase. Gliding wraithlike over the staircase it then entered the bedroom where my wife and I lay sleeping peacefully.”

I laughed, and laughed, and then I laughed some more. Then Viv came in to look worriedly at me, and my stomach hurt. Then I laughed still more.

Via email from Paul Frankenstein.