Horace Street

Well, that was strange...

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I met a nice man, and after a chat,  offered to help put a few of these up on trees, lamp posts and other people's monkey for hire adverts.

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I finally got in touch with the radio manager of the station who interviewed that guy from the Horace Weather Bureau

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I've been meaning to get a new shadow for some time now...

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How fascinating! I had a look in the Horace Street museum, there they have old diaries and letters and all sorts of things to that affect. This is a captain's log of the night Horace was discovered!

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I just heard a rather fascinating (albeit rambunctious) interview with someone from the Horace Weather Bureau on local Horace Street radio. I’m searching to see if there is a transcript which I will of course upload… watch this space.

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I have some overdue books.

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A newspaper article I found in the archives at Horace Public Library.

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A red telephone on the desk rang. No one went to answer it.

“Would you like me to get that for you?” I asked. “Get what?” replied the man. “your telephone” “My what, you say?” “your telephone…it’s ringing” “Yes, that’s what it does. That’s all it ever does. It’s very good isn’t it? It cost a lot of money.” “But what if it’s important?” "I don’t follow...?” “What if it is an important call” “I wouldn’t describe it as a call, birds make calls, they’re just little bells young man” “But someone is trying to talk to you” I picked up the receiver and answered. “One moment...” I handed the receiver over and very cautiously, he brought it to his ear. “Hello…?” I heard a faint mumble and watched the man’s eyes slowly open in astonishment. “It talks…! What magic is this?!”

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Let's begin...

On a particularly absent-minded day, I happened to be walking with my head in a fantastical book about frogs. As my eyes devoured the last sentence, I looked up. I wasn’t where I was meant to be. In fact, I didn’t know where I was, which was to say that I was lost.

In normal circumstances, I’d have been concerned, what with work the next day and all (I had all sorts of forms to fill out, and no change of tie), however it was a Friday afternoon and I had all weekend to un-lost myself.

I looked around to try and get some kind of an idea as to where I was. I knew where I wasn’t, so I felt by a process of elimination that I could narrow it down to where I was. I wasn’t at home. I’d been there before and would surely recognize it again.

There weren’t many trees around so I ruled out being in the forest. I once saw a cowboy film, which was set in a desert with cacti (that’s more than one cactus) sand and buttes (they’re big rocks), but there were none of those things.

I could breathe quite normally, so I could safely assume that I wasn’t in the sea.

This went on for quite some time until I decided that a simpler way of of answering my “where am I/where aren’t I” questions were to do a little bit of exploring. I was on a road. In the distance I could spy a few dim lights. It was getting a little bit darker now so I set off for the lights. Like eyes staring at me, we kept our stares fixed on each other until I reached a street sign next to a street that branched off from the road I was on.

Horace Street. So that’s where I was. I’d never been there before.