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Wacky!!

by Gavin Vogel

24 pages; Saddle stitched; illustrated; catalogue #05-0951; ISBN 1-4120-6050-8; US$11.00, C$12.50, EUR9.00, £6.50

From bionic chickens to popcorn-powered rockets - my dad's been there, designed that. He probably made the t-shirt as well! He's the wackiest businessman in the world.

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About the Book      About the Author      Excerpts      Catalogue Information

About the Book

Explore the weird and wonderful world of a master inventor and entrepreneur. Diabolical illustrations match the sublimely dysfunctional text. A wild and woolly celebration of the quirkier side of the human psyche. Move over Walter Mitty, there's a new dreamer in town!

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About the Author

The author hails originally from South Africa, a vibrant, throbbing, eclectic land. A place that encourages - often demands - a certain flexibility and 'laterality' of mind and spirit. An attitude to life that finds expression in an enquiring and mischievous orientation to his world. He now lives with his wife and two young boys betwixt lake and mountain somewhere in beautiful British Columbia. He has a BA degree from the University of South Africa and a Teaching diploma from Rhodes University. His passions include his family, writing and the outdoors.

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Excerpts

My dad, who is a kind and compassionate person, spent a small fortune developing a medical support brace for de-boned chickens before it was pointed out to him by a concerned friend that a de-boned chicken is in fact a de-ceased chicken and not a fowl with a tragic birth defect.

He can be a little naïve.

This discovery so upset him that he stopped inventing and scheming for a whole month.

My dad stuffed one of those big nylon kangaroo balls you sit and bounce on with ten thousand marble-sized bouncing balls he had made from a secret mix of pure Brazilian rubber, plastic garbage bags and Mega-Blow bubble-gum. Each time it bounced, it went about fifty meters higher! It was tied to the ground and kept in the upright position with a very long, very strong bungy cord. He planned to sell them along with the necessary breathing equipment and pressure suits to ordinary folk like you and me who wanted to bounce themselves into near-space for less than the cost of a decent bicycle! To bounce down you simply tugged on a second, smaller handle that released a measured amount of air and small balls from the 'mother ball'. The trick was to do this before you started orbiting the earth! Unfortunately dad's plans went a bit wobbly on a test bounce one day when he bounced all the way up and through the floor of a passing Jumbo Jet. Tripping up a flabbergasted air-hostess in the process and causing her to drop a tray full of piping-hot coffee and tea into the lap of an understandably upset top airline executive.

Need I say more?

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Catalogue Information

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