The further I get from Hemel, the sicker I feel. A malicious electronic communication.
Figure 1: Mood against time.
The setting sun put an orange light across the back wall of my bedsit, which I found beautiful in the way a honeymoon waterfall appears to a lonely woman reading a holiday brochure. the aim now was to stay awake for my nightly dose of cartoons and masturbation.
- Hi James? It’s Raph, have you seen the sunset? It is a really good one.
- What are you, Gay or summat?
- No, fuck off.
and I shut the curtains.
Video 1: Overview.
Toby carvery were offering some sort of deal about as appealing as buy one year get two free on e-dates. I sat at my booth and read a book. It was too good for the occasion so I couldn’t pay attention beyond the first sentence, but based on the quotes I it had profound things to say about this and that.
The noise of the motorway was slightly louder than from my bedsit, which cheered me up.
I caught a glimpse of someone in a hotel window across the car park who was also asking which of our lots was the more existentially repulsive.
Video 2: Deleted scenes.
Fare thee well,