I’m having one of those should’ve-stayed-in-bed days. I woke up around 10.30, and it was a wake-up that felt too sudden, like my head was struggling to keep up with my body. First thing I managed to do was step in dog poo that was right outside the front door of the house. Then, still cursing, I stepped out right in front of a cyclist and nearly injured Billy and myself. I forgot to buy cigarettes and had to go out again. And guess what? I stepped in the same poo again.
I’d quite like to get a haircut today, but the way things are going, I’m not sure I should bother.
Things I’m wondering today:
1. Is possession really nine tenths of the law?
2. Which was the first film to have someone die and then their friend/partner/lover is knelt next to the body and screams an echo-ey “Nooooooooooo!” while the camera swoops off up into the sky?
3. What’s the ratio of normal people to doctors on flights? What are our chances of someone answering the call: Is there a doctor on board?
4. I remember seeing this film on TV ages ago, when I was a teenager in fact. As far as I remember it was about the occupants of a village who thought they were living in the USA, but really it was a Soviet experiment somewhere in deepest, darkest Russia. When they found out, they tried to escape, of course, to the real USA. Anyone else seen it? Anyone know what it was called? I did think John Travolta was in the film, but after checking IMDb and coming up blank, I’m once again confronted by my memory’s ability to fake stuff.
Anyway for your enjoyment today, some quick pen drawings I did the other night while I was watching a Yankees game. Mainly it was an experiment to see how my skills are these days; secretly it’s a pitch for next season’s alternative baseball cards. Could be better, could be worse…