The universe wants to play with you (part 24)

What does weirdness smell like? Sanders asked me yesterday. I had to think about it, ignoring the woman on TV demonstrating a revolutionary new vacuum cleaner, 'Well. I think it's like this, everything strange that has happened to me has had an associated smell, more than a smell I suppose, a taste, a sound, an odd visual feeling but there's more, something intangibly tangible'.

He burst out laughing but it's true. It's just hard to explain. I was thinking of this after I'd got home from work, sitting on the sofa, drinking hot chocolate, cat on my lap, just staring into space (and time) waiting for them to stare back at me.

The universe wants to play with you (part 23)

Walking back into his house, Corrado Fenn was in a good mood, the lecture went well, he'd sold 15 copies of his books at ten pounds each and he'd smooth talked one of his admirers to drive him home so he could avoid the tube.
Sometimes, talking in public was a chore that couldn't be avoided, leaving him flat, other times like tonight, he felt inspired; even now a couple of hours later, after midnight, he was ready to do some writing when normally he'd be asleep.

The universe wants to play with you (part 22)

The Babble-on working
8.15 am Dunedin

A man in his early 60s walking two dogs through the park, heading toward the road, passed by young woman carrying gym bag, in shorts, running vest and trainers, turns to admire her rear and carries on. Lots of school children on both sides of road. Beginning to cross the road, the dogs, Azmud and Dumi, pulling on their harnesses, growling, drooling, baring their teeth, straining to get at a package wrapped in black bin bags on the other side, their owner tugging back hard. Police car driving towards them, pulling up on the left, Senior Sargent Pat Marker and Constable Dwayne Fraenkel get out.