Then I guess blow-pops are off the menu.

Sure are!

As are blow-up dolls.

Even though she has a foot pump, mrs starkers said she is sick and tired of blowing them up for me.

Ouch?   Sounds like you havin a good T bone hot of the Barby.  But, that's so far away for me...

It just blew in a storm yesturday. 1+celcius, Snow up to our windows in some places. Crikey!

Yeah, we had a barby last night, actually... steak, sausages and lamb chops, etc.

Then this morning my son fired it up again for breakfast... but the alien wanted to sleep in so he missed out on a bbq brekky.

No doubt he'll show his grey-looking face and weird antennae when we next have shrimp.... he likes seafood.

Probably on a see-food diet. All the food he sees he eats. Har har har.

The alien advises that we humans should prepare for falling space junk....

.... apart from the crap we put up there, he tells me there's also an abandoned  alien theme park park along the lines of Disneyland up there as well.

The alien says he cannot participate on TTD... apparently his brother is married to one [a troll, that is] and it wouldn't go down too well.

An impossible unimaginable unknown wrapped in a mystery
inside a riddle at the center of an enigma hidden
underground somewhere in area M.42.

Kirk: Is he dying?
Mr. Spock: No. Fighting the force field has temporarily
drained his strength. He can be handled now.

But in a few moments the strange glow returns,and now
it is even brighter and more penetrating!

Gary Mitchell: You'll regret this...
I'll just keep getting stronger. You know
that, don't you? I'll just keep getting stronger!

Fast forward a few minutes.

Kirk to Enterprise.
Mitchell and Dehner are dead...
Beam me up.

You got it too.

Iben's been brain-scrubbed.

The alien asks, if a ferris wheel falls from the sky, it is from the alien theme park and could you look for a bracelet his g/f lost in car 54.

The size of a ferris wheel? 

The alien informs me that it is so high and yay wide... in other words, effing big.

He also asked me not to tell anyone that his G/f on said occasion was a blow-up doll.

I therefore ask you all for your co-operation in keeping this confidence.

To put it bluntly, a red-faced alien is not a pretty sight.