A wild slim alien


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Peter Mullan

The orange cable looped and danced all along the side of the country road, lying low, snaking over branches, crossing driveways under ridged protective rubber.  I marvelled at how it could be made so long, miles and miles of it unbroken, sheathed in its coat of flex.  I thought of the cables running alongside trains in the Underground.  Perhaps high-speed broadband was finally coming to my neck of the woods.

Before long I ran into a ‘ROAD CLOSED’ sign.  A man in a hi-vis jacket stood by it.  I stopped and wound down the window.  Actually, I pressed a button and the window wound itself down, or at least the car’s electrics caused it to be wound down, but the fluidity of the tale demands that it was I who wound down the window.  I stopped and wound down the window.  ‘Can I ask what you’re doing?’ I enquired of the man in the hi-vis jacket.  ‘Seismic survey,’ he said.  He looked like the Scottish actor Peter Mullan, the very man who might play just such a road worker stationed at a roadblock in a Ken Loach film about road workers.  ‘Oh, I see,’ I said, though I didn’t, and set off down the diversion.

Ten seconds later – well, perhaps it was a minute or two – I laughed.  Hampshire is not known for its unstable geology.  ‘Bastard was pulling my leg,’ I said, to no-one in particular.

Author: awildslimalien

Writing on music at A jumped-up pantry boy (https://pantry.wordpress.com/). Just writing at A wild slim alien (https://awildslimalien.wordpress.com/).

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