Don’t Insert Hand
All I want to do right now is insert my hand. I need to. I am in a slightly sticky pub somewhere near Lancaster, I hear the slight suck of my hand leaving the table and wonder at who wants to spend £13.99 on Gammon and Pineapple here. Maybe to read last Tuesday’s i paper. I suddenly feel depressed and think of all the things and places in the world I have not seen because I am in a slightly sticky pub near Lancaster. I have ennui but I cannot revel or drown in it because someone is trying to chat to me. He looks a bit BNP. Meanwhile my child is trying to insert his hand in the machine. I wait to see what occurs.
October 1st, 2014 at 3:04 pm
Now you’ve got me guessing…
October 2nd, 2014 at 8:56 pm
He inserted his hand. Sadly he gained no random money or terrible gelatinous sweets for an outrageous price. His hand came back out slightly more stickily than before. Something I would not have previously thought possible.