Wednesday, October 29, 2008

Life, and the suprize of the Living Statue.. ..


Spent the day wandering thru Cardiff & mulling over essential, yet unanswered questions.. the true meaning of life.. what it's all about, and, to cut to the chase, why do I actually bother. Life is just so, so dull right now. I need a massive change, but not totally sure as to how to achieve this. Maybe Reggie Perrin had the best idea!

Feeling strangely negative - a combination of extreme boredom and purposelessness making life just too difficult to enjoy. Cardiff's often the essential answer to misery: lively shops, crowds of people, many of them basically friendly, loads of emos & other alternative types - and of course, fantastic shops - with more than enough on sale to bolster the most flagging of spirits!

Then, of course, there's the totally unexplained phenomenon: the mechanical, perhaps clockwork moving statue that stands silently in Queen Street, totally still, occasionally moving very slightly, to capture the interest of small crowds that gather & watch. The statue, appearing to be form the mid 17th Century is totally white, and wears breeches & a frilly-thing shirt. It has hair like Mozart, and oddly piercing, black eyes. It's always mysterious - and always good to watch.

Today, however, my illusions & sense of mystery was shattered. Whilst looking at jeans (black, ultra-skinny, naturally!) in a shop in Queen's Arcade, I suddenly felt the need to go for a pee. I entered the gents, and began the 'operation'.

I was slightly perturbed to hear an uncomfortable rustling behind me. I looked, casually. And there, as if by magic - WAS THE MOVING STATUE!! It had moved from its plinth in Queen Street, and had somehow gotten to the gents closet! Worse was to follow..

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The Moving Statue had taken a leak!!!

I then found out that the moving statue was not actually an alien from Planet XL390-zeta, sent to spy on the shoppers of Cardiff, prior to an all-out invasion, timed to match exactly the appearance of the next Doctor Who Xmas Special.... but a guy from Caerffili, named Ben.

How disappointing. How disconcerting. Another myth shattered!

And life still sucks. Bigtime.


Chris, Torchwood Cardiff.

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