I was waiting to give my evidence at a court trial when as events unfurled I realised I couldn’t remember a single thing and I was going to have to either lie, or run.
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All the roses were vivid 1950s colours.
I was waiting to give my evidence at a court trial when as events unfurled I realised I couldn’t remember a single thing and I was going to have to either lie, or run.
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All the roses were vivid 1950s colours.
It was so difficult to find somewhere for a private conversation that EMc and I met under a chair in the middle of another meeting. I asked him to remove his glasses so that I could see him more clearly.
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TPR pressed redial expecting to connect to his lover. Instead his voicemail came through to my work number.
Meatballs in Timbuktu.
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Russell Brand saying he grew up on a pig farm.
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A video of moving trainers arriving in a club full of big bass sounds.
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Working on a milk round.
Holes appeared in my kitchen wall.
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I dropped a bag full of coins in a conference room and found an enamelled five euro coin. I was dressed in a towel.
I was in a shopping mall where every lunch-time local workers built competitive human pyramids that spun round 360 degrees. The lad on the top got stretchered down.
We travelled at lightening speed across the ocean in a silver and black speedboat. It was fitted with an on-board camera that displayed in real-time which creatures were being chopped to pieces as they got caught up in the propeller. When we returned to shore we saw a shoal of whale varieties in the bay. With them was a sea mammal new to me. I’d never heard of a “porcine” before, and there was nothing pig-like about it either, but there it was, playing with the killer whale.
I was backstage on a TV show where there was a dog-sitter. It was a human-sized badger dressed like Mrs Tiggywinkle.
I saw the smallest caravan in the world. It was just big enough for a table that had two full-size custard tarts on it. Then I survived two murder attempts and found lots of mini Easter eggs under the TV.
I decided to write Conan Doyle’s first draft of a Sherlock Holmes story.