28 April 2012
"There were these things growing out of my armpits. They were a beetroot colour and they looked like stalks. They had buds on the ends. A friend and I googled it and it was in a medieval book.
"Then I tried to escape in a car, a taxi, and we were on a road where you couldn't start if you stopped so you had to keep going. I was with a little boy who looked like my sister. The taxi driver was Jeff Bridges.
"A man ran out of our taxi into a barbed wire factory. There were loads of old, peeling, 1960s signs on these factories. It was a special road. It was so narrow that the cars were in a tight single file.
"In the taxi behind, Susan Diab got out and came over. Because once the taxis stop they can't start again. She leant in and gave us a a pastrami and cheese baguette from the Co-Op.
"We had to order a special, new, slow taxi which we all then got in, including Jeff Bridges and Susan Diab's husband.
"Then we went to this exhibition about teapots that do crazy things. There was a teapot entirely covered in spikes.
"Then we all went back to the office and sat down at our desks, and of course, Mark was in charge. Everyone had their specific roles.
"There was a boy in a tuxedo with blonde hair and he was the banker. We had to play a game to see if he could do his job: we would buy loads of things on expenses and make him count the receipts and work out the maths. Every time he dropped a receipt me and Mark would laugh really hard, wobbling and shaking our heads.
"Then we had cream teas and the little boy started crying, and I felt under my armpits and the beetroot-coloured stalks were there again, bigger than ever."
Lizzie's Dream • Opuss № I