Prequel

Joe was overcome with conflicting emotions: anger, humiliation... confusion.

His fiancé had told him that she was pregnant.

The baby wasn’t his.

Furthermore, she’d fed him some ludicrous tale about how she’d gotten pregnant.

Just as he decided to break off the engagement, the room filled with a dazzling light...

Not quite the front of a Christmas card...

Joe gazed around, intently.

The accommodation was even worse than he had feared.

The whole place stank, was filthy and was freezing cold.

Raucous animal noises exacerbated the situation.

In short, he could hardly envisage a worse place for his pregnant wife to stay.

He put his arm around Mary.

One small deception...

“CUT!”

They had finished filming for the day, but the secrecy surrounding the project meant that everyone involved slept on location, at the elaborate set.

The exhausted star rested on a bench, removing his helmet.

His director approached.

“We’ll be doing the ‘One Small step’ scene tomorrow, Neil. That OK?”

Sacrilegious(?)

“Absolutely unsinkable! God Himself couldn’t sink this ship!” Cal gloated, as he boarded the Titanic.

Up in Heaven, God heard these badly chosen words.

Picking up his phone, he said: “Gabriel? I need a meeting with the Ocean and Glacier departments. These people are getting too big for their boots!”

How Penicillin was Really discovered...

Alex had been experimenting all morning, but now it was time for lunch.

Annoyingly, his sandwich had gone mouldy, so he sent his assistant to get another one.

“No Problem Mr. Fleming. Shall I throw out the old one?”

“Nah. I’m gonna stick it under the microscope. Just for kicks...”