Guys and Gals, well actually Gals. The next instalment of Rachel’s story is up, sorry for the delay but a streaming cold made it hard to proof read. There is much more to come with the current word count of written material only a few hundred words below the 40K of a novel, who would have thought it?
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No it’s ok I am not engaging with the spirit world, well apart from the one that comes in glass bottles! For those that are following Rachel I have just published the latest, lots more to follow as I am only 5000 words from a novel now. If you sign up to the other project then it will deposit every newly published part straight into your inbox with the ink still fresh.
For those that had early previews this is new to you after the first few lines so please enjoy, I would be interested to know if you are as surprised as I was by some of the direction that our girl followed.
On Monday decided that commuters should get a discount on their season ticket if they do something crazy. Not all the time or altogether, that would be daft but maybe each ticket could have a crazy day printed on it. On this day you would have to do something odd, wear something strange and just generally stand out. The world would be so much more fun and you would start every day with a smile. This is not just random thinking I know it for a fact. Thank you to the lady on the metro for coming to work on a hobby-horse today and leading the way.
Seriously, in the middle of the morning commute this lady was stroking a horse’s head on a stick. Sadly I got off before her but I was sorely tempted to stay on and see if she ‘rode’ it off. How can you be angry with the world when there are people like that in it? Perhaps we shouldn’t stop at commuters though. Would there be any wars if somebody turned up to the crisis talks wearing a pink stetson? Would big business meetings not be brightened when the coffee was brought in by a woman riding a hobby-horse?
Another observation from Monday’s travel was that some people use too many words. I see this all of the time in reports and letters but it was brought to the front of my mind by the departure board at St Pancreas. Apparently a portion of the sign was under test and this was indicated by it displaying the text “sign under test disregard all information”. Surely the test is just about illuminating pixels so why would they send fake information? The warning message took up the entire screen so it effectively made itself redundant. If one was to take it literally then you would disregard the message itself, you wouldn’t know it was under test but would it matter? If there was ‘information’ on the screen there would be no room for the message so nobody would be any the wiser. I was always taught that it is not the use of big words that makes you clever but the appropriate use of all words, was nobody else?
In other news the stand that I ordered for my new television has arrived at my friend who has kindly taken it in. It was considerate of him to suggest that the stand would look good with a vase of flowers on it, given the ineptitude of the delivery service. Having previously asked for the delivery to be put out I sent a request over the weekend to switch it to my friends address. The request to change delivery address has been ignored because the item must be delivered to the cardholder’s address, I wait with bated breath. Apparently the need to deliver to my address is part of the security issues with buying electronics on credit card.
I had no idea that electronics retail was awash with criminals, I had always considered them to be more interested in drugs, guns and prostitution. That there are arch criminals moving televisions around the country is quite a revelation but I think that it shows our criminals are not as bright as they once were. Surely it is far harder to smuggle a home cinema system than its value in cocaine? Are there ‘surround sound mules’ out there; actually that is an entertaining thought. The sheer inefficiency of the process must be off-putting to the criminal classes. I have seen drug deals on the television, they take mere seconds, to get a television delivered on the other hand seems to take weeks!
For those that don’t live in the luxury of such close proximity to the sea allow me to share some of the ocean’s majesty. Last weekend I was looking out over a mill pond calm ocean at this time, so flat it looked like you could walk on it. At the end of this week the east coast has had a wintry turn and there is nothing that reminds you of the strength of the ocean better than a windy day. Despite being a sun lover I watched enthralled as the ocean was whipped into a viscous and unforgiving frenzy last night.
Near horizontal winds howling along the front gave the perfect opportunity to meet neighbours in the alleys and side roads that criss-cross the town. The brown, foaming waves spent the night smashing over the promenade, tearing at mans rude inclusion in their path. For me this mornings view is the first one of winter. There are no tourists on the beach, indeed no people at all since the dog walkers have not yet ventured out. The sand that is so gently lapped by summer seas is now bright and clean. Like some great industrial washing machine the ocean has hurled all of the beach around in a maelstrom of rage and cleaned every trace of the summer.
It is like nature is washing off the grime of the summer and refreshing itself. The sun is breaking over a much calmer see and there is little witness of the fury which whipped such waves up overnight. But there in the middle of the beach, as if to warn us of its power, the ocean has deposited an enormous tree root. This is not the driftwood that you see in shops this is the root of some great tree. I like to think that, like a tired mother, this is natures way of telling us that if she ‘has to clean our room one more time’.
I apologise for this line which will mean little to most of you but is important nonetheless. Today’s value is 4363 because I slowed at the end of the week discipline, it would seem, is a must.