Thrill My Gorilla

Evening all,

Picture the scene, its 4.15pm, hordes of weary workers are heading home for the three day weekend, the rain is slashing horizontal holes in a canopy of black bruised clouds, and throwing hard insistent arrows of moisture directly at you, trying to penetrate and pierce your little bubble of moving metal.

The beat of the rain on the windscreen and the metronomic hum of overworked wipers drown out the tinny sounds of the car stereo.

The rapidly drying clothes that you are wearing are creating an internal fog which is settling on the windscreen and bringing your visibility down to zero,forcing you to rub at it frantically with your fingers, smearing the glass and obscuring the visibility further.

No movement in the traffic, the roads are flooding, storm drains are failing, the pavements are awash, peoples moods as grey as the day.

You pull in to answer your phone, conscious that you still have 2-3 hours work ahead of you, conscious that you are late, conscious that everyone in the world but you are heading to their nice warm homes, and conscious that you have no blip, and no chance to get one.

and then, a break in the gloom, a shaft of photoshop enhanced light through the wrong white balance darkness, and guess what, facing me, like a plastic, nipple pierced, King Kong to a (probably not) plastic, nipple pierced Fay Wray is, well, actually it is a plastic, nipple pierced King Kong, (or Donkey Kong dependent on your religion/age/ game console)

The god of blip and Program Auto has smiled....


alice cooper