Sunday, 7 December 2014

Paper Chains





A library is thought in cold storage.
- Lord Samuel 

Or:

The more original the discovery, the more obvious it seems afterwards.
- Arthur Koestler

Me:  I’ve decided I’m not going to write a blog entry about Paper Chains.

Him:  Okay.

Me:  Is that alright? 

Him:  Is this your blog entry about Paper Chains?

Me:  Ummmm…  Yeah.  No.  Well, it would’ve been if I was going to write one, but I thought, “Better not.”  Once again, they got my name wrong.

Him:  What d’you mean they got your name wrong?

Me:  I wasn’t credited with my proper name. 

Him:  Oh, okay.

Me:  So, I can’t do much with the anecdote. 

Him:  That’s a shame.

Me:  It is a shame.

Him:  Well, off you go then.

Me:  It was a lot of fun.  And we got to wander around the memories of a town.1

Him:  Yes, that’s right.  I was there.

Me:  I know you were there.

Him:  And, if you’re not going to write a blogpost about it then you can go now.

Me:  Ha!  In fact…  There’s lots of other things that’re quite exciting that I can’t actually talk about either.

Him:  I can’t imagine why you’d just be randomly talking to me about what we did yesterday.

Me:  It’s in case you’d forgotten.

Him:  I haven’t.  You can go now.

Me:  You don’t want to say anything about the…  Umm…

Him:  Why would I do that?  That’d imply that you’re recording this.  You’re not recording this are you?

Me:  Yeah?

Him:  Why are you recording this if you’re not making it into a blogpost?

Me:  It might be a triple bluff.

Him:  Ah, well, in that case I’m not going to contribute, because you lied to me.  You said you weren’t going to make a blogpost and now you are making a blogpost and so I’m not going to contribute anymore.  So, goodbye.

Me:  Right.  There’s some quite exciting stuff going on, but we can’t really talk about any of it.2 

Pause.

It’s nice that December’s finally here. 

Pause. 

And on that bombshell.

Him:  Ha!  That was glorious.  Best one yet.


1.  Seriously, I’d love to tell you about the four locomotive journeys through a darkening monochrome landscape me and the Him took yesterday before being given a VIP guided-tour around the air-conditioned underground archives of a town that used to be the proto-Welsh fort of the Britons.  But I can’t.  Sorry. 

2.  That would be telling.

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