Saturday, October 21, 2006

Journey now through the transcendent...

I can't remember what time it was or how I had gotten there, but all I knew was that I was walking through London trying to find something although what something I don't recall. The tedium of the airport waiting lounge was beginning to become overbearing and the old guy asleep in the corner was doing little to reassure me. Attempting to buy lunch resulted in little more than an emptied wallet, so I ventured on.

Around the corner I was greeting by 3 spinning blue cars, rotating elegantly as ballroom dancers. As I stood there, they ceased their fandango and the operators stood and stared at me. The mayor was trying to explain that the whole place would have to be destroyed since the road had violated the local by-laws concerning road junctions. Even though I had never seen the place before, or likely ever would again, I still shed a tear for the lost memories of that road. I bidded farewell to the mayor and the spinning car operators and journied onwards.

I stopped off on the way home to buy a pack of medicinal wafers; the shop clerk seemed somewhat alarmed at my surprise of the price of nine pounds and something or other. I hastened on.

Arriving now at home, which was unlike any other home in that it was castle shaped and contained no roof but it had a ceiling. I tried to prepare a dish of peas, marrows and beans but the thing was scuppered by the lack of mint sauce, all I could find was dusty old bottles of wine. It was after I drank the beer, whiskey and black that I retired to bed. The kitchen was too far to go to use a laptop.