Shane was coming home from somewhere he couldn't remember. He had just come into the villiage where he lived but when he looked around, it seemed they were in the city. "Oddy", thaught Shane, which was his rediculus word when strange things happened. Shane had been travelling with his Mother, Maurice, and his Grandmother, Sherice. Maurice suggested stoping for a while to take a look around before continueing. Shane thaught this was stupid because they were moments away from their home, but he said nothing as he himself was also stupid.

Shane ventured back into the area of the village which seemed the same, some back roads collectively known as The Droppings. Shane walked for a bit in the sunshine before suddenly bumbing into two of his friends: Mighty Morius and Kevin the Dramatic. Shane was confused as he thaught Kevin was on holidays in America and wouldn't be back for a few weeks, yet here he was. Again Shane did'nt say anything but brought up the topic of stickers.

After a while Shane and his compadres went their seperate ways and Shane headed back towards his car. However, as he was walking along he bumbed into another friend, known as Tumbelwink The Fairy. "Have you seen Kevin The Dramatic?" asked Shane, "I thought he was in America for three weeks but I'm just after been talking to him around the corner." Tumbelwink let out a bellowing laugh and said "No, you are wrong, Shane The Ironic. Kevin IS in America." "Hmmm, I must have been dreaming" answered a bemused Shane. "I know! I'll text him, that way I can find out where he is. I'll phrase the text ironicly. 'You are home: True or False?' Now we wait."

After a few minutes, Shane got a text back from Kevin. It read 'False'. Shane shrugged before wandering off, destracted by a butterfly. After a while, Shane found himself back in the area of the village which had turned into the town. It was also night time now and everyone was drunk. This made Shane feel like getting drunk too. Shane realised that he and his family had left the doors of their car unlocked and there was now four or five youths inside. They were'nt doing any harm but Shane thaught it would be best if they would leave. This was ironic as Shane, who was a stupid lad, had thaught of the right thing to do.

Most of the people in the car were girls. "Sorry, lads but you are going to have to leave. Sorry about this." The group drunkenly fell out of the car. Shane sighed as he knew he was about to do something stupid. The next moment Shane locked his keys inside the car. As Shane was used to mishaps like this he didn't feel too bad. Instead of thinking of a way of getting the keys out, he wondered off to look at things. At first he saw Rocky in bed making love to his wife. He could smell alcohol off the former champions breath. Next he saw an old woman shopping, completely unphased by all the woo-haa around her. She also had a small dog with her. Shane guessed that the dogs name was Diabolical Dan.

Shane also bumped into a bunch of his chums who were celebrating the summer holidays by having a party. Shane was invited to stay but he didn't oblige. As Shane was walking away, he met Tumbelwink The Fairy and Mighty Morius and with them was Kevin The Dramatic! "I thought you were in Germany? I mean America?" asked Shane. Kevin only shrugged. Tumbelwink and Morius headed on into the party, which wasn't really a party at all, just about 10 fellas sitting on a wall. "Come on," said Kevin to Shane, "I know where we can have some serious fun."

Kevin led Shane across the street to a house which had a driveway full of small stones. "What's there to do here?" asked Kevin. "I don't know, you brought me here!" replied Shane. For the next few hours Kevin and Shane found themselves sliding along the gravel. Most of the time Kevin came to a perfect stop right where the gates ought to be. Shane, however, would fall flat on his face. As they were playing, Shane noticed Kevin picking up a cigerette butt and lighting before trying to smoke it. Shane thaught to himself "Must be high or drunk, which is a running theme in this story". As Shane fell in the stones once again, he had the idea of playing a game where you wash your face with stones instead of water. He was about to tell his idea to Kevin but then a boy of about 13 walked in in front of Shane. It seemed that the boy was just coming home from school. Shane did'nt seem to notice it was unusual for someone to be going to school at night. He apoligised for living and himself and Kevin left and headed back to Shanes car.

On the way back, the two lads saw a man of about 50 or 60 years old. He was leaning on an old stick. From behind they then saw another similar man. His intentions were obvious. He drunkenly swung his leg out and knocked the stick from under the first man, sending him clattering to the ground. He immidiately sprang up and started to fight with the second man. Shane felt it was his duty to stop the fight but when he tried to turn to go back to the scrap he found that he had to jump along several times, as if he was on the moon, as his momentum was very unusual that night, as was the gravity. When Shane FINALLY managed to stop and turn around, Kevin held him back.

"No Shane!" shouted Kevin. "It's too dangerous! You must not risk your own life." By now the fight was over and first man was walking away in defeat. He found his walking stick caught up in a womans umbrella, who was standing near by. He comically spent several minutes tugging and pulling on it to break free while the second man, the winner, sat down in an ironic chair, shped like a pair of shoes.

As Shane got back to his car he found his family waiting for him with another set of keys. They were beaming as they let Shane in. "Get up to anything tonight?" asked Maurice. "Only ironic things!" joked Shane. Everyone laughed as the car traveled off into the day break, Shane not realising they were laughing at his moronic nature. The next morning Shane had an urge to hear the Justin Timberlake song "Cry Me A River" and he did.