Durand Durand and his Foiled DDAD Plot
This is a fictional tale of the origins of Duran Duran Appreciation Day, submitted by DDWW's own Martin McGregor, also a horror writer:
Dr Durand Durand awoke underneath the stadium in Oakland California. After being drawn back to Earth by the sound of thousands of girls screaming his name, he had faced the band who had stolen his name. His minions had failed him, and every attempt to destroy the band and its fans had come to nothing. He had become buried under the wreckage of his own traps for days. He finally managed to crawl out from under the scaffolding where he had come face to face with his arch nemesis, and they had used their music to scupper his plans for world domination.
He had escaped by entering down into the city’s sewer system. For the next few weeks, he remained hidden. He sent his last surviving minion up to the surface to search for supplies every night. When he was finally sure that it was safe for him to emerge from the sewers, he made his way up to the surface where he moved through the shadows unseen. He soon discovered a house where the occupants were away on holiday, so he broke into the building, and here he started to formulate a plan.
Using his vast knowledge, he turned on the family computer and accessed the newly formed World Wide Web. Using the last of his monetary resources, he compiled a database of all the Duran Duran fansites and fans worldwide. He chose the 10th of August as the date for a mass communication to be sent to all of the fans. This was a day where they could show there appreciation for Durand Durand and finally succumb to his superior intellect. Once they were drawn towards his webpage, they would become hypnotised into becoming his drones, and then he could take over the entire world.
He sent out the email invites for everyone to visit his webpage at Duranddurand.com, and then he sat back and he waited for his evil plan to come to fruition. When the day came, he logged onto his webpage expecting to have received many thousands of visitors. The number on the counter showed at zero though. He then went back to the email that he had sent out through the database, and he read through the email trying to discover why his plan had failed. He was horrified to find that the computer had autocorrected his spelling and directed everyone to Duranduran.com instead.
His plans had been foiled yet again. Worst of all, the email was set to be sent every year until the end of time. Every year there would now be an appreciation day for his accursed enemy, while his name would soon be forgotten. He cursed Barbarella, he cursed the band and he cursed the damned autocorrect on that computer. He stole a Walkman from the house along with a tape inside of it. He disappeared back down into the sewers where he turned on the tape. The music was from a band called Spandau Ballet. He felt a real connection with it.
http://duranddurand.com/?fbclid=IwAR1M1RWfWoV1UibKftsoSiI1fNxqjSvANbnbvjVcHKl64krNQqsSmhETWqw
Dr Durand Durand awoke underneath the stadium in Oakland California. After being drawn back to Earth by the sound of thousands of girls screaming his name, he had faced the band who had stolen his name. His minions had failed him, and every attempt to destroy the band and its fans had come to nothing. He had become buried under the wreckage of his own traps for days. He finally managed to crawl out from under the scaffolding where he had come face to face with his arch nemesis, and they had used their music to scupper his plans for world domination.
He had escaped by entering down into the city’s sewer system. For the next few weeks, he remained hidden. He sent his last surviving minion up to the surface to search for supplies every night. When he was finally sure that it was safe for him to emerge from the sewers, he made his way up to the surface where he moved through the shadows unseen. He soon discovered a house where the occupants were away on holiday, so he broke into the building, and here he started to formulate a plan.
Using his vast knowledge, he turned on the family computer and accessed the newly formed World Wide Web. Using the last of his monetary resources, he compiled a database of all the Duran Duran fansites and fans worldwide. He chose the 10th of August as the date for a mass communication to be sent to all of the fans. This was a day where they could show there appreciation for Durand Durand and finally succumb to his superior intellect. Once they were drawn towards his webpage, they would become hypnotised into becoming his drones, and then he could take over the entire world.
He sent out the email invites for everyone to visit his webpage at Duranddurand.com, and then he sat back and he waited for his evil plan to come to fruition. When the day came, he logged onto his webpage expecting to have received many thousands of visitors. The number on the counter showed at zero though. He then went back to the email that he had sent out through the database, and he read through the email trying to discover why his plan had failed. He was horrified to find that the computer had autocorrected his spelling and directed everyone to Duranduran.com instead.
His plans had been foiled yet again. Worst of all, the email was set to be sent every year until the end of time. Every year there would now be an appreciation day for his accursed enemy, while his name would soon be forgotten. He cursed Barbarella, he cursed the band and he cursed the damned autocorrect on that computer. He stole a Walkman from the house along with a tape inside of it. He disappeared back down into the sewers where he turned on the tape. The music was from a band called Spandau Ballet. He felt a real connection with it.
http://duranddurand.com/?fbclid=IwAR1M1RWfWoV1UibKftsoSiI1fNxqjSvANbnbvjVcHKl64krNQqsSmhETWqw
We,, I love the Dr Durand Character since Childhood, my mom gave me a Forest's Comic Book of Barbarella, book that little by little was becoming famous because of Vadim's film.
ReplyDeleteYears larer ihear about a band called like Dr. Duran...
So I got little obsessive to get a single of the band, the rest is history.
The band was too goo ( and still is very good)