He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found what he’d needed in the last reality, which was a pity, really.
Daisy opened her eyes and saw stars.
‘What a pretty night,’ she said.
She sat up and looked around. There was a mucky looking river in front of her and a slight [...]
Archive for January, 2005
06
Jan
2005
1-4:Cake and Eat It…
He woke with a killer headache and instinctively felt between his legs. He found what he’d needed in the last reality, which was a pity, really.
Daisy opened her eyes and saw stars.
‘What a pretty night,’ she said.
She sat up and looked around. There was a mucky looking river in front of her and a slight breeze in the air, flowing from the river and up the banks. There was something amiss, though. Something not quite right, something missing...
‘Where are you?’ yelled a familiar voice. There was real anger there. ‘You fucking bitch!’
There are a few ways to describe one's self when effectively trying to mask the fact that you're a complete hermit and spend your entire existence behind a computer screen sipping hot tea and eating cakes. The first would be to suggest that you're somewhat introverted and avoid coffee. Another might be to suggest you're a fan of Apple Macs but are cutting-down from the 6 you used to have to an even two (Macbook and Mac Mini in turn). Finally you might choose to say that despite the massive pay-drop, this writing thing is quite a lark isn't it? Not to mention enjoying the creative life a lot more than mindless tedium in corporate jobs, working the 40 hour week to the drumming of endless meetings and political intrigue that would have made Machiavelli blush and hand his pen over to the corporate slugs that run companies these days. Enough said really.
