The VeloDrone goes off to ride the Ferris wheel on his own. The others have decided to go and see The Boy With Tape on His Face. When they meet afterwards The VeloDrone is wet.
Belle et Bonne: Papa! You're all wet!
The VeloDrone: It began to rain while I was on that cursed Ferris wheel.
Belle et Bonne: What a shame! You should have come with us. It was fun.
The VeloDrone: But interactive, I'll be bound.
Le Bon David: Yes, yes, but in a most delightful way. In any case, we made sure to sit well back from the front and in the very middle of a row.
Marie: You would have enjoyed it. The boy had tape over his mouth, so he had to interact with the audience without speaking. He got people to do all sorts of funny things, like fighting with tape measures, and staple guns, bull fighting, pretending to be a horse, and popping balloons with drawing pin studded gloves. He even got a pretty girl to dance Swan Lake, in a tutu, and kiss someone.
Belle et Bonne; Yes, I wished I'd sat nearer the front so he might have picked me. I would have loved to dance Swan Lake and be kissed by a stranger who was handcuffed to me.
Le Bon David: Well, I was glad I didn't get picked to do anything hard. Nevertheless, we all finished up on the stage at the end, laughing and clapping and hitting red balloons into the air.
The VeloDrone: Really? Perhaps I would have enjoyed it after all. As it is, I am wet and I may be catching a cold. Achoo! Which is unfortunate because we are going to be performing in a few minutes.
Belle et Bonne: Candide on Wheels? Oh hurrah! I'll get to do my scene!
The VeloDrone: Yes. I have been talking to the Nothing is Really Difficult Dutchmen. They have agreed to let us use their wooden box.
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Monday, March 7, 2011
Sunday, December 6, 2009
The Shark Perspectives
Oh what a multiplicity of views to be had yesterday between Hove and Seacliff by anyone walking due south along the breezy esplanade.
The first, a shock! The sand is low and wide. There's you, the rocks, a few low daisy plants, and three metres down, the sand, yellow and empty all the way to the jetty except for a man in a wide-brimmed hat, fishing at the edge of the sea. The sea, shallow green, sandbank yellow, shark blue.
A wooden seat on a concrete slab, the rocks, a sudden drop, the sandhills, rusty succulents and clumps of reeds, tipped with brown fuzzy pompoms, waving, the wide flat sand, the lifesavers' red and yellow tent and flags, the sea, shallow green, sandbank yellow, and shark blue.
The bridge over the outlet, a sign, We Care for Water, a steep drop, between black rocks a pool, surprisingly clear.
A narrow pavement, scrubby trees, blocking out the view. A man and a woman, middle aged, walking a bulldog, that stops for a pee. A shuffling of walkers, and bikes.
Wire and shadecloth fence, ragged, low sandhills , camel humps of sand dumped by the council, sprouting seaweed hairs.
The sea, shallow green, sandbank yellow and shark blue, six seagulls, a score of white-sailed yachts, surfboarders paddling north, a motor boat, and on the horizon, near the desal plant, a huge black Trojan Horse.
Children, running, wrapped in towels, a girl with a dozen balloons.
A helicopter, whirring overhead, stops ominously. Shark.
The first, a shock! The sand is low and wide. There's you, the rocks, a few low daisy plants, and three metres down, the sand, yellow and empty all the way to the jetty except for a man in a wide-brimmed hat, fishing at the edge of the sea. The sea, shallow green, sandbank yellow, shark blue.
A wooden seat on a concrete slab, the rocks, a sudden drop, the sandhills, rusty succulents and clumps of reeds, tipped with brown fuzzy pompoms, waving, the wide flat sand, the lifesavers' red and yellow tent and flags, the sea, shallow green, sandbank yellow, and shark blue.
The bridge over the outlet, a sign, We Care for Water, a steep drop, between black rocks a pool, surprisingly clear.
A narrow pavement, scrubby trees, blocking out the view. A man and a woman, middle aged, walking a bulldog, that stops for a pee. A shuffling of walkers, and bikes.
Wire and shadecloth fence, ragged, low sandhills , camel humps of sand dumped by the council, sprouting seaweed hairs.
The sea, shallow green, sandbank yellow and shark blue, six seagulls, a score of white-sailed yachts, surfboarders paddling north, a motor boat, and on the horizon, near the desal plant, a huge black Trojan Horse.
Children, running, wrapped in towels, a girl with a dozen balloons.
A helicopter, whirring overhead, stops ominously. Shark.
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