I was doing royal progress down the mall on my way to an assignation at the Palace of Spoons. I was dressed regally too, a purple hat, purple jacket and a purple jumper. And when I looked down over my amethyst ring set in pure gold, I saw that my shoes too were purple. But I also saw that a shoelace was undone and I was so furious, I cursed out loud. I realised my anger issue was unresolved and that the royalty of my character did not match the royalty of my apparel. My descent was further enhanced by the decidedly less-than-royal act of having to kneel like nanny used to do as she made bows in my laces. Continuing on my way, I became aware I was entering enemy territory for it seemed as though Roundheads were lurking in every doorway, men built like giant medicine balls. But medicine balls dont bounce, do they, so why these Roundheads were also called bouncers, I dont know. I tried to be invisible as I attempted to enter the Palace of Spoons but I was intercepted by a medicine ball who said something about identity. I gave a nervous laugh and said, Do you know, Ive had a problem with identity for most of my life. Im still not quite sure who I am but I think I might be the King of Wales and I was born before the Boer War. The Roundhead told me to skedaddle but I told him an associate was waiting inside for me and could I at least go and tell him I was persona-non-grata in the Palace of Spoons. The Roundhead told me to use my phone but I didnt have one. He looked at me for a horribly long moment and then said, No I.D.? No phone ? Man, you dont exist. Now, like I said, skedaddle.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Oct 2013 11:17:19 +0000
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