“a passage cut underground” – Chambers dictionary definition of a tunnel.
If what I’ve been building isn’t a tunnel, which is what I think I’ve been building and what I see when I look at it, what is it?
“Ask him, ask him!” She didn’t ask me.
In the shop arranging letters on the fridge door before putting them outside. A guy, who had just watched the video loop of Steve McQueen throwing his baseball against the cooler wall, walked past whistling the soundtrack to The Great Escape.
I’ve been experiencing problems with old school tape technology; the player has stopped auto reversing so instead of the audio loop playing continuosly it’s only been playing one side (45 minutes). Burned the loop to a CD to play on repeat on a CD player but then the CDs wouldn’t even play! Exported the audio to a mini disk which should play for 300 minutes. Then the tape player worked all day yesterday and then today it stopped again. Found a tape playing walkman with auto reverse on the market for five pounds. Lets see what happens.
Put some fish hooks up, attached to the ceiling with hazard tape. Nearly walked into them on a couple of occasions.
Sat in the chair in the shop space can see the reflection of the video loop in the window. Whilst sat there I notice the wind blowing underneath the door and lifting the black plastic sheeting I’ve laid on the floor. Potential to knock the sculpture over.
A couple of passers-by returned to try and knock the sculpture down, they thought I was going to let them in the shop and use their hands. I explained that if they wanted to try they should use the remote control digger and the remnants of the rolls of hazard tape. The son said the wire wasn’t long enough for the digger to reach, I agreed and advised to try and arrange the rolls so that pushing them against the sculpture should make it possible. The dad gave it a go and said he could see what he needed to do but it would take too long.
Wore a red shirt, red glasses, red socks and my red watch.
Yesterday a man asked what I’d do if he pushed over the tunnel with the remote control digger, I said I’d build it again. He laughed and left.
Dismantled the tunnel today to lay black plastic on the floor. Haven’t decided about the fish hooks from the ceiling yet.
Some kids must’ve used a swear word on the fridge doors because a few moments later someone else censored them.
A funny thing about writing a blog is people tell you they’ve read your blog and then I tell them what’s happened. But they’ll already know because they’ve read the blog.
I’m in the back of the shop and I hear a women say to a man and a child “You two could do better than that.” The other day I could hear the bingo caller upstairs.
Elaine walks past. I wonder if she wonders where I am.
I felt, sensed, a red dot on me, moving around. I followed the movement and trace it back to a couple of kids sat on the bench outside B n Ms. One of them is pointing a toy gun with a “laser sight” at me. I watch him pack it in the back of his trousers.
I sat in the shop window and watch the world go by.
Unrelated anecdote #1: A friend of a friend has a restraining order against her ex-husband. The ex confronts and threatens them, they report it to the police. The police say, it’s his word against hers and do nothing. What’s the point of the restraining order?
Unrelated anecdote #2: A friend of a friend is walking along the promenade at Blackpool. A guy with a Staffy off its lead walks past. Their is a couple with a Jack Russell puppy walking past. The Staffy attacks and kills the puppy. There is a crowd present, aswell as the Police. Many of the crowd are in tears, the Police do nothing.
Sunday used to be a day of rest.
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