16 January 2012
I became aware that the swarm of undead that bimble around the shopping centre had found something to interest them.
Someone had tried rob Carphone Warehouse. Through the shop window a pointy faced man could be seen being restrained by a couple of policemen. Scattered about their feet was the debris of his failed larceny. The shop window was like a large very high definition tv screen attracting viewers, who gathered round, to see how the drama played out. They smoked, tutted, made comment and generally shook their heads, pitying the thief's feeble attempt. I heard man telling another of his method for robbing the store, I missed the details I'm sure it would have ended in failure to.
This channel didn't interest me so I kept walking, eventually passing the spot were, a couple of weeks ago, I'd seen two women fight in the street, one pinned to the floor, both clawing at hair and face. Their brawl had seemed like a scene from a tv soap; over dramatic, performed, almost. Even the abuse they spat at each other sounded like recycled lines from an overworked script.
Sometimes life is TV you can't turn off.
The Crap Phone Robbery • Opuss № I