Oh coo-eee are you still there? I’m a bit on the drag today, forgive me. I thought you might like a little break from the madness to join me for the latest goings on at the table? Maybe? Well, I’m just going to send this out there and you can have a peek when you’ve got a minute… This is a story within a story really.
Whilst I was out on a rummage a few weeks ago, I found a thing. A lonely thing that was, in my opinion, in need of some little houses to move in and keep it company. I think, perhaps, it once housed a flame, but that had long since gone out it seemed. It’s now with the lovely Byard Art in Cambridge looking for a forever home and, perchance, a bookcase to nestle in to gossip with the books…
Living on the Edge 165; Pigeon Holed…
“The thing about common sense,” began Laurence, pausing for effect and brushing away an imagined speck of dust, “The thing about common sense is that it’s not very common at all.”
He looked about him for confirmation or recognition of this fact and realised that no one was listening. Their lights were on but no one was home, as the saying goes. His work day then ended abruptly as he slammed down his paintbrush and declared he needed a change of air, a change of scenery and a new outlook.
Feeling the air stirring as he stomped off, papers flying in his wake, the others looked from one to another then back to their budget sheets, balance sheets, flow charts and forecast. They were used to outbursts from the creative department. Laurence would surely be back tomorrow with several brilliant ideas for the new advertising campaign.
Or would he? What they didn’t know was that somewhere, in the dimming light of the evening, Laurence was saddling up a horse ready to ride off into the sunset and begin a new page… xxx
