A good journey to work this morning - Thursdays always seem to be quieter on the roads in the morning than the rest of the week, although I have no idea why this should be the case.
After dropping Jake of with his mum until next Thursday :-( I put the radio no (Radio 2 - Chris Evans) and the first thing I heard was Prince's "Kiss" - which instantly put me in a bopping dancing mood. A good start to the journey.
There is a problem thought - I have that 'up' feeling again this morning so I'm waiting to see what hits the fan and splatters me with excrement.
I have an idea for a story / short story. Well, it's a title really, but it's been rattling around in my head for ages and I can't work out what to do with it.
The title is "The Man Who Forgot How To Walk Down Stairs".
I have a very rough idea of what the story will be about but nothing concrete. The sort of stories I like are those where something happens to someone out of their control and it turns into some sort of nasty, scary situation. The quickest example I can give is that film "127 Hours" (or is it 172? Whatever...). For those who don't know what it's about *SPOILER ALERT* it's about a man who falls and gets trapped by rocks on his arm and has to cut his own arm off. It's not the self-mutilation I find interesting (I ain't a freak!) but its the fact that a simple fall whilst out walking can turn into something that hiddeous. So this story idea I have wants to be something like that.... but where do I go with it?
(Later) Every Friday we have 'Friday Chill' here in the office. Basically everyone turns up in the big meeting room, there's food, and if any announcements need announcing then it happens there. The problem is that each 'team' within the company (i.e each dept.) is expected to take it in turns to buy the food (using company cash of course) for everyone. And I just remembered tomorrow is our turn. And as the last time this dept. did it I managed to avoid getting involved it is actually MY turn to go to the shops and buy the stuff. Shit. Really don't wanna do it. *sigh*
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4 comments:
You would have to change the title - he could still go down the stairs on his bum so it wouldn't matter that he forgot how to walk downstairs !
Anon. it wasn't that fact he forgot how to walk downstairs... the story idea I have addresses a wider issue than that. But thanks for playing.
I am well aware of that, but the title sucks !
It is amazing how much you take for granted in everyday life. My close friend had a horrific car crash in Jan leaving her with two breaks in her collar bone, broken ribs, cracked sternum and an open fractured ankle. Having a broken ankle and not being able to weight bear on your upper body is just so incapacitating, the simplest of tasks are impossible.
May I ask who you are Anon?
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