Posts Tagged ‘What Pegman Saw’

Pegman – The Future of Love

March 12, 2018 45 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are visiting the Bahamas.

Copyright Slayde Kerner for Google Maps


“Oh, darling, it seems just yesterday that we walked hand in hand along the pristine beaches, so in love…”

“It was just yesterday.”

“… our hearts swelling swe..swe.. meep meep meep…”

“Oh, terrific.”

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“Hello. Is that Robo Inc? My wife’s broken down.”

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“But… I’m in the Bahamas. Miles from any engineer!”

… meep meep in love in love yesterday day day fzzzt…

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“What amazing value! Sign me up!”

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… hand in hand meep BZZZZZZ…

“… BEEP! hello, my darling, why don’t we walk along the beach and make love in the waves?”

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Pegman – A Busy Haunting

March 4, 2018 40 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. I’ve missed a few weeks but I’m very busy at the moment. February/March is audits, budgets and all sorts!

This week we’re on the Clinton Road in New Jersey. This road is notorious for sightings of ghosts, Satanists, witches and even the Ku Klux Klan.

Of course, I bet they all like to come back after death and join the other ghosts… prepare to be terrified to your verrrry corrrre 🙂

Copyright Google Maps



“Oy! Who are you?”

“We are the ghosts of witches past!” said a witch.

“Well, we’re the ghosts of Satanists past and this is our week,” said a Satanist.

“Don’t think so,” replied a witch. “I’m pretty sure we’re up.”


“We are the ghosts of the Ku Klux Klan. Shudder in fear at… oh, it’s you.”

“Oh, great,” said a witch. “The bloody KKK.”

“It’s getting pretty crowded around here,” said a Satanist.

“There’s been a bit of a scheduling error,” said a witch, checking her diary. “We’re all booked in.”

“Well, we can work with the witches,” said a Satanist, “but everybody hates the KKK. Bugger off.”

“I’ve never been so insulted in my life!” said a Klanner.

“Pretty sure you have,” said a witch.

And so the KKK left in a huff, leaving the witches and Satanists, who had always been of the same mindset, to haunt the road in peace.


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Pegman – Entrepreneur

February 12, 2018 25 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are in Terni, Italy.

This was the birthplace of Saint Valentine, celebrated on February 14th. I chose a rather idyllic scene from the outskirts of the town. Let’s see how it all began!

Copyright Google


Valentinus looked over his lands and smiled. Life was good.

It had started out slow. He’d carried a love letter from a suitor to his sweetheart. Once others heard, his services were in demand.

Ever the entrepreneur, he’d monetised it. Charged people to take part. Hired a local artisan to build little boxes, each with two sections. If someone liked someone else they placed some papyrus with their name on in the corresponding person’s right-hand section. If the names matched in two right-hand sections, Valentinus would arrange a meeting (for a small extra fee, of course). The left-hand box and he’d let them down gently.

Easy peasy.

He called it “Tinderus”. It sounded catchy, he thought. He was providing an essential service. A service to love. (What a great strapline, he thought.)

He ought to be canonised after he died, he reckoned. “Saint Valentinus” had such a nice ring to it.


Pegman – Second Time Lucky

January 29, 2018 42 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw which this week takes us to Bristol, England.

This week sees the return of our hapless, newly divorced traveller (though don’t worry, this is a self-contained story). Let’s see how he gets on!


“So, here I am, my suitcase filled with bikinis and sandals.”


“No, not lovely. I have a selection of sunhats. Litres of sun tan cream.”

“It’s best to be safe.”

“Days on the beach, I thought. A trip to Marseilles, maybe even Barcelona, I thought.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure that’s really on the cards.”

“No, it’s not, is it. We’re standing here in the pouring rain. And it’s freezing.”

“The weather is somewhat disappointing, I’ll give you that.”

“No, I’ll tell you what’s disappointing. Come with me to Montpellier, you said. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything, you said. I’ll book the lot, you said. You seem to have lost an ‘l’.”

“An ‘l’, darling?”

“Oh, we’re in Montpelier, all right. Montpelier, BRISTOL! With ONLY ONE ‘L’!”

“I had a similar mishap when I was holidaying with my ex.”

“Goodbye forever. Don’t call.”


Pegman – The Horde

January 22, 2018 36 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are in the Dominican Republic, which shares an island with Haiti.

Copyright Andy Javier Garcia Hidalgo and Google


The soldiers shifted nervously as the first of the Horde came into sight. Crossing the border from the voodoo country of Haiti, the Horde shuffled forwards, dead eyes cast downward. Some bumped unseeing into trees, other tripped and fell only to pick themselves up and continue their inexorable march.

General Diego picked up his radio. “They are come. Initiate Operation Repel.”

Sergeant Manuel took a deep breath, glanced at his fellows and pushed a button.

The leading edge of the Horde stopped. At first confused, frantically waving their arms in the air as if searching for something, terror soon set in. They turned, screaming and fled back towards Haiti. Finally, all had gone.

General Diego sighed. “I hate having to do that. But they just wander mindlessly about, spending no money, glued to YouTube. Not the type of tourist we want. And if switching off the mobile phone signal sends them running back across the border…”


Pegman – Land of Dreams

January 15, 2018 32 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw which this week is set in Fiji. Sorry I haven’t read anyone else’s yet but I like to come up with a story before subconsciously robbing other people’s ideas.

Copyright Brendan Madden and Google


“Fellow world leaders, advisors and scientists. Welcome to the International Conference on Climate Change.”


“News has been received. News which will change the course of our work forever!”


“We have decided to end all work to combat so-called climate change, as it doesn’t exist.”


“No, my fellows, wait, please. We have received an anonymous communique via social media which is highly literate, indubitably based in solid science and clearly true. I shall read it now.”

“Global warming? Hah. It’s freezing here. Chance would be a fine thing. FAKE NEWS! Stop wasting money or I’ll push my red button and it’s bigger than yours. Climate change? NO!”

Back to claps.

Everyone went home.

Nobody did anything.

Fiji drowned.


Pegman – Grand Adventure

January 8, 2018 33 comments

Here is my story for What Pegman Saw. This week we are in Syria.

Copyright Google


“I can’t believe this. I really can’t.”

“It’ll be okay, Hun. It’s a mistake anybody could have made.”

“No, Dear. Just you. I mean, honestly. We should have been sitting in beautiful Sicily, instead of which…”

“I know, I know, we’re stuck in a sand storm in a war zone.”

“Syria. Syracuse. They’re not that similar.”

“I wondered why we needed visas. At least there’s sand. Pretend we’re at the beach. It’ll be a grand adventure!”


“Never mind, love of my life, we’ll soon be on our way to romantic Paris. All this will seem like a bad dream. Ah, freshly-baked croissants in the shadow of the Eiffel Tower.”

“Let me see those tickets. Ah yes. Well done. Two seats to Paris. Texas.”

“Hmm. I wondered why we needed visas.”

“I want a divorce.”