A chill wind whistles through the empty grey threads. Dust is blown up and plays at the corner of the pixels, before flying off to play somewhere more lively. Somewhere, an owl screeches - movement, ever so slight, reveals a lonely Adman searching through the gloom.
This is the Forum.
This is the week.
This was.
It felt like an abandoned house when the children had all left and their parents had moved on. Nothing moved; everything was still. Even hope, which had once lightened dark corners, had now flown to forums distant.
The dark cloud of reality hung over the text. Echoes of laughter reverberated - but only in the Adman's mind. Dead Men's Feet. Squirrels. Acceptance speeches. All now gone. All now mere memories. All now dust.
"Human beings, vegetables, or comic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible player" So who's playing the tune at present Adman?
"A need for quotation confesses inferiority"..Ralph Waldo Emmerson
Tears fall and stain the dust amongst the broken dreams that lie scattered across the marbled floor. The dying echo of the last footfalls of long departed friends. Hope, fragile hope, dead and gone forever, leaving a heart too heavy to endure………..Anyone fancy a beer?
'All we see and seem is but a dream within a dream' Poe
Where's Jay and his virtual bar when you need him? He hasn't been around since Thursday!
(Actually, I know - he says he's sodded off to HMS Collingwood Maritime Warfare School to teach people how to send bangy things flying onto the heads of people who can't stop them because they have less effective bangy things to use!).
LML and Gravy are both mysteriously absent at the same time because they are moving house. Aurora said she's going to be offline for a few days ...
Where's Jay and his virtual bar when you need him? He hasn't been around since Thursday!
(Actually, I know - he says he's sodded off to HMS Collingwood Maritime Warfare School to teach people how to send bangy things flying onto the heads of people who can't stop them because they have less effective bangy things to use!).
My defence shall be I merely repeated information already in the public domain. Please sir, does this mean you'll have to shoot your mate, Adman?
'Chief! Target the London abode of Lewes with the Tomahawk... While you're at it - see if we can find a legal way to remove that Adman's trouser fruit...?'
*Murmers from the Chief*
'What do you mean; 'the leagality of shooting Lewes?' Open season on Civil Servants lasts between the Lib Dem and Concervative Party conferences! Everyone knows that!'
Chief! Target the London abode of Lewes with the Tomahawk
Hmm?
Given the quality of (US) ordnance and the coalitions past history... you'll either fall short and shoot into the canal... or over shoot and land in the trees and decimate the squirrels. *Lewes places a large sauce pan on his head and ducks down low*
