Oh dear, a fizzing and then the screens black. Do I have to have a screen all the time ? Does it filter out the rawness in reality ? I can watch a beheading without actually watching it, if you know what I mean. I put the beast in a bag and strode to a repair shop, something getting ever rarer in the developed world. Developed in what sense though ? A readiness to laugh ? Come back in an hour, said the repair man so I hopped on a bus to visit the German supermarket in the hope of superior quality and a lower price. I bought unblended coffee from Ethiopia, blackcurrant jam with much more fruit than sugar and a big bottle of sunflower oil for less than a pound. You can think your way into poverty sometimes forgetting what you have and remembering what you havent. I felt wealthy with that big bottle of oil from those magestic flowers and I looked forward to mixing some blackcurrant jam into stewed apple. On the return trip, I was urgently reminded of my animal status and, when I saw a public toilet, I jumped off the bus. I was expecting quick relief but the toilets were locked. About to wet myself, I burst into a place called The Arts Cafe and found a toilet just in time. On my way out, I saw what looked like a classroom and it was full, not with infants with crayons and paint brushes, but old people making pictures. Waiting for another bus, I noticed across the road, a shop selling clocks and watches and it was called About Time. Yes, well its about time..well, all sorts of things really need a bit of questioning, especially thralldom to the screen thing. The repair shop man charged me £5 for fixing a plug. I got my screen back.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 12:06:31 +0000
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