I woke up in my bed like any average morning, but that was as far as the normality went. The sun wasn't shining through the curtains and I glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table. It stared back, telling me it was only 04:30.
I groaned and kicked the duvet off me, rolling out of bed and looking out at the street, In the distance a car alarm began blaring, breaking the morning quiet. A shape caught my eye. At the end of the garden, where my drive met the street, lay a crumpled bundle of rags. The nearest streetlight flickered on and off intermittently and I couldn't make out what I was looking at.
Without warning, a shadowy shape rushed out of the shadows by the bins and made a beeline for the heap of whatever-it-was. A fox! I didn't relish the idea of going outside to investigate, but it sat better with me than leaving it the fester until morning. I didn't think I'd be getting back to sleep anyhow.
It wasn't warm outside in the garden, so I threw on some jeans and a tshirt before unlocking the front door. As soon as I took my first step outside the smell hit me. My first thought was that someone had left a load of spoiled meat lying on the pavement. The fox was sniffing around the corpse.
It was a corpse.
I was only a couple of metres away and suddenly it was obvious it was a dead body. My mind just emptied at that moment. What the hell was a body doing here? A hundred other questions filled my head as quickly as my thoughts had fled. I wasn't tired anymore.
I turned on my heel and fled back into the house, getting to a phone my only thought. My mobile was on my bedside table next to my alarm clock. As I dashed upstairs, taking them two-at-a-time, as second car alarm began calling out, adding it's voice to the first. On the edge of hearing, I also thought I heard the sound of breaking glass from down the street.
I snatched the phone up and dialed 999 with shaking hands. As I held the handset to my ear, I walked back over to the window and peered out into the dark. The street was empty.
I strained my eyes trying to see into the gloom, but there was no sign of the corpse or the fox. The beast couldn't have dragged it off - did I imagine the whole episode? The dodgey flickering streetlight illuminated the scene for a split-second.
Something moved out of sight below my window, towards the front door. In my panic I'd left it wide open. At that same moment the phone line in my hand went to a recorded message.
I heard a crash from downstairs.
END
Obviously not the end, but just for now. I do plan on carrying on with this one, as I do with all the character's I've written about, right back to the adventures of Big Daddy and Pissingham. Hope you enjoyed it!
In other unrelated news...
I'm going to try and remain positive for this post, and steer clear of subjects like Robin Thicke, Simon Cowell, and Syria.
Firstly I want to talk about Jameela Jamil (Jam-Jam). This week Radio One had a 'Reboot' event all Monday afternoon, where each DJ got one hour of broadcasting chosen randomly. It made an interesting change to the usual schedule and also offered me my first real experience of Jamil. I'd seen her featured in several girly gossip magazines....by 'seen' of course I mean told about by friends - so I knew already she was very glamorous and beautiful. Normally I only listen to Radio one from 9-5 at work on weekdays so I've never heard her Sunday evening programme, but I really warmed to her broadcasting personality in the hour she was on during the Reboot. Many excellant beats were played too! She just seemed very genuine, not taking herself too seriously, and I fancy she'd be great fun to know!
Also up on my list of appreciation (might make that a regular occurence) is US actor Lloyd Bridges. I recently had an Airplane! and Hot Shots! marathon so got a generous helping of Bridges in these classic comedies. In Airplane! he plays Steve Mckrosky, the airport official who picks the wrong week to quit all sorts of substances. He's brill! But even better I liked his role as Thomas Benson, a bumbling Navy Admiral who is just my favorite character ever! I'd seriously recommend these films to anyone with even a half-functional funnybone!
Lastly, and mainly because I was listening to it whilst writing this, I'd recommend giving the song "Sweet Hell" by Gin Wigmore a good listen to. I first heard of her when she was supporting Train at a concert I was at. She was excellant there, and her album, that came out this year, is a brilliant piece of work! "Sweet Hell" is my favorite track from it.
Hope you've enjoyed reading this. On the one hand I'm sorry it's not as rambling as usual (I'm not made of vodka you know!) but also I'm always trying to make this blog more accessible to a larger audience, so I will start including things such as Guest Segments, Reviews and Stories. If you have anything you'd like to see, don't hesitate to let me know, by commenting below!
Until next time, have a great week!
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| Lloyd Bridges in "Hot Shots" |
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| Jameela Jamil |
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