Something surreal happened to me today. Since it was my day off I had just been on a long walk with Bollocks and locked him in at home. On my way back to the park for a coffe and todays Times I was hijacked by a chiq-looking woman on Basker Street. She offered me a nice buffet and whatever I wanted to drink if I would fill a seat in the audience at a talkshow. As I saw the skies were getting grey I accepted her offer and she led me trough a dark alley and into a small studio. Two politcicians from our district ( I didn´t recognize either of them...) was about to discuss some issues I never got to understand. Anyway, the audience consisted of me, five other shady characters that was most likely hijacked like me, and three women who was going to argue with the two politicians. As the discussion started we were told to not look in the cameras, but look like we were extremely engaged in the topic the discussed ( I still don´t know what it was about ! ) I can tell you the name of at least one person that constantly took sneakpeaks in the different cameras (yes,it was me) The guy sittin next to me wasn´t much better, he obviously was a narcoleptic, and kept falling in and out of sleep. The much coveted buffet was actually quite nice. We all ate as much as we could and had champagne to drink.
Christine and me watched the show at eight this noon, and it was absolutely horrific ! I was looking into the cameras, like I didn´t know what I was doing in the studio ( well, I didn´t know...), and the narcoleptic leaned on my shoulder each time he fell into a quick sleep. Christine laughed so much she had to go to the bathroom.
Large Clive has asked us to take care of Bollocks for two more weeks, as his mother still can´t walk. This time I said yes for the both of us ( meand Christine that is ). The dog has actually growed on me, and I kind of like having him around.Despite his constant bad breath.