“…when pressed, Michael Gove released a thick, meaty juice that was funneled into a large vat containing the liquids squeezed from his cabinet colleagues. The pressing of politicians continues tomorrow.”
I don’t know what any of this means but I think it’s important. Must… decode… the message…
If you’re in town this afternoon, I’ll be in Waterstones signing copies of other peoples’ books until they throw me out.
I was sitting on the sofa. It was a reclining future-sofa with a built-in kettle, toaster and toilet. It was a future-sofa because this was the future. The fact I hadn’t stood up for three weeks was beginning to bother me. I should maybe have mentioned that earlier. I hadn’t stood up for three weeks. I had always been lazy, and that sofa was comfortable, but three weeks? Something was clearly up. So I craned round and looked behind the cushions and found this black hole, which had obviously been exerting a gravitational pull on me and stopping me from getting up. For three weeks.
The full enormity of this discovery was pretty overwhelming and a lot for one man to have to think about, so to take my mind off it I switched on the telly to watch The Most Recent Clone of Jeremy Kyle shouting at a promiscuous human/rabbit hybrid who had been neglecting her 73 children and sleeping with the human/chicken hybrid who lived next door.
Whether it was the slight but persistent gravitational pull of the black hole, or the timeless charisma of Jeremy Kyles, I couldn’t say, but here I am still sitting on this sofa above a small but powerful black hole watching An Even More Recent Clone of Jeremy Kyle having a shout at a cash-poor human/marmot hybrid on the telly a month later. Send help. My sofa is full of shit.
This story is dedicated to The Most Recent Clone of Jeremy Kyle who sadly died of furiousness during its writing.
Why I’m Still Sat Down by Harris
more tiny tales
Next week: Werner Herzog and the Peanuts Gang. “I believe the common denominator of the universe is not harmony, but chaos, hostility, and murder. Good grief.”
Recontextualising a classic comic strip like they do on the internet sometimes.
The absence of the familiar factory-drawn avatars allows/compels us to interrogate our own love for lasagne/hatred of Mondays. Please may I have a book deal? I could knock a bunch of these out pretty quick, like.
A sneak peek at my new screenplay: InnerShark
Tagline: We’re gonna need a smaller boat.
via Fake Science
…in all its wonder and majesty.
It’s a pretty comprehensive overview, maybe just missing out one or two important life events, like the first time you fully engage with the core values of a brand, owning your first loyalty card, your first night spent sobbing incoherently into a pillow over the relentlessly meaningless grinding tedium of it all etc. I’m sure there are more.