Monday, July 21, 2008
4.
I woke late next day. I heard my phone ringing somewhere in the house. It was 10am, I was meant to be reporting on a local BNP or Nazi meeting I’d been given a lead on and my head felt clumsy. I had agreed to a couple of quiet pints but hadn’t banked on the half dozen rowdy ones that quickly followed them down. Breakfast was a step too far. I made a cup of strong tea and turned on the radio. The phone rang again, there was no way it would be good news so I left it. I turned on the computer, no new leads as yet just reminders and an email off Jez. I opened it; it was exactly the same e-mail as he had sent yesterday; only this time, it made sense! The heavy night, the barring and the black eye, it all made sense, it was unbelievable. I looked for the e-mail from yesterday, it had gone. I had definitely not imagined it. Jez’s prediction had somehow come true.
I woke late next day. I heard my phone ringing somewhere in the house. It was 10am, I was meant to be reporting on a local BNP or Nazi meeting I’d been given a lead on and my head felt clumsy. I had agreed to a couple of quiet pints but hadn’t banked on the half dozen rowdy ones that quickly followed them down. Breakfast was a step too far. I made a cup of strong tea and turned on the radio. The phone rang again, there was no way it would be good news so I left it. I turned on the computer, no new leads as yet just reminders and an email off Jez. I opened it; it was exactly the same e-mail as he had sent yesterday; only this time, it made sense! The heavy night, the barring and the black eye, it all made sense, it was unbelievable. I looked for the e-mail from yesterday, it had gone. I had definitely not imagined it. Jez’s prediction had somehow come true.
# posted by aworthlessexistence @ 12:24 PM 
