Esther is flicking through the TV channels. Just as I get to see what is on, it gets whisked away. It’s twisting my melon something rotten.
“I can’t stand to watch lottery winners” she snarls. “Or golfers.”
She goes right up to channel 100 on the digibox, and works back down to number one. Before starting again.
“Actually, I hate everyone” she grunts and the TV is whipped onto standby.
I suddenly feel world weary too, and try to come up with a list of people who would be put to death if I was king:
- Happy people
- People who hog remote controls
- Rich people
- Religious people
- People who believe in capital punishment
You see it’s hard for someone like me whose primary emotion is schadenfreude. Life feels like one big School Reunion.
I decided to wear my hair slicked back last week for the first time. It’s kind of counter-intuitive since I have a receding hairline, but what the hell. I don’t know what I’m emulating- maybe Christian Bale in American Psycho. Maybe a spiv. I got on the bus today and without realising it sat right next to an OAP with the same hairstyle. I did a double-take. He had a similar summer preppy outfit on too. And he got off the same stop as me. Interesting.
Lisa is really depressed today. She is sitting around our kitchen table chain smoking and groaning involuntarily. her misery only ended when Dom came round with a giant lighter as a present. It’s a foot long and actually works, until I broke it. Luckily Dom managed to fix it before Lisa started crying. Lisa has an obsession with massive and miniature scale things.
After each meal, she creates a miniature version of it to feed Devo: a tiny piece of roast potato with a cube of steak and a green bean balanced on top.
She had a dream last week which seemed really normal until some giants walked past the bus she was on.
“Who are they?” she trembled.
“Oh, they’re the Other People” said a fellow passenger nonchalantly.
‘How could I not have known about the Other People?’ Lisa thought with horror. What else don’t I know about?
“I’m really scared that me and Dom will be shrunk, and on our way up to your house some drunk people will capture us and put us in their pockets and take us to the pub to show people” Lisa admitted.
Today we were talking about how cute things make us happy.
“I can’t believe how small mice are” thrills Esther.
“I wish I could put them in bumblebee suits” chuckles Lisa in a day dream.