In the car park at the big Tesco in Shaftesbury we saw a builder's van with the name "Crumpler and Son" on it.
What other trade would I want a Mr Crumpler to turn up for, I wonder?
Ironing and laundry services?
Plate glass installation?
So many possibilities. If I ever change my name, I think I will become Lucy Crumpler.
Also, why has nobody created a childrens' television series/book/top trumps game called "Combat Wombat"? I might have a crack at it myself.
There's no plot development or indeed character ideas beyond the name, but if "18 Wheels of Justice" can get made, hell, this must have a future. I bet they started with the title and worked back from there. Mr WithaY refers to it as "The Truck of Shame" which is not a bad title either.
Other news: Finally, finally received the long-awaited letter from the law. It's only taken them 4 months to convey it 20 miles. Still, it draws a line under some of the SSFH* loose ends.
That's a bizarrely mixed metaphor. Sorry.
Also: Twitter. Hmm, not sure I have got the hang of it yet. It seems terribly lonely and one-sided. I like the blog thing, where you write stuff, other people read it, and then comment to tell you (and everyone else) what they think. It feels like a cheerful and friendly way to communicate. Plus I get to do most of the talking. Perfect. Twitter is like dropping meringues into a black hole** and there is no sense that anything you say is registering anywhere else. Maybe I'll get used to it.
Tried playing my guitar this evening, and still can't sing, which is a bugger. If that chest infection has lost me my voice I will be very upset indeed. And my guitar playing wasn't too good either.
*Shit Storm From Hades
**The re-runs of the origianl Star Trek series are brilliant, aren't they? Those tortured metaphors. Those wigs. Kirk's shameless camera-hogging. The boots. Just great.