Tag: humour
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106: LONG ENCOUNTER
I’m on the train from London Paddington to Honeybourne station – fifteen minutes drive from home. I had to catch the 20.50 from Paddington, as my usual train – the 19.50 – no longer appears to be scheduled. I guess that trains which take people away from London – as opposed to into it –…
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104: COMEDIAN
I’m in the kitchen, emptying the dishwasher… whilst hungrily eyeing the delicious supper Lizzie’s left out on the hob (which she and the kids have already tucked into). I figure, if I look industrious – doing the dishwasher – Lizzie won’t mind me also tucking into the delicious supper… even though it’s yet another meal…
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103: MILK
It’s a weekday morning and I’m rushing to get the 7.58 train from nearby Honeybourne Station, in Worcestershire, to London Paddington. This morning – disaster – we’ve run out of milk. I realise it when I’m in the kitchen, halfway through preparing a flask-full of coffee to take on the train. I panic. This is…
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102: WHY CAN’T YOU BE MORE LIKE HIM?
I’m watching Ant-Man and the Wasp with Annie, in our living room. It’s terrific! Exciting and action-packed but also fun and with tongue-firmly-in-cheek. I mean, it’s about insect-sized superheroes… how seriously can it take itself? I’m enjoying it at least as much as the first Ant-Man and Annie appears to be loving the movie too.…
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101: DRUNK GUY
I’m currently working one day a week in central London, doing my latest film production job. When I get on the train to London, in the morning, and when I get on the train back home, in the evening, I’m focused on one thing… getting a seat around a proper table. I mean a table…
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98: GUESS WHO
It’s early Saturday morning – forty-five minutes before I have to take Annie to football – and I’m in the kitchen with Lizzie. Lizzie is rummaging through her tray of repurposed drugs… the ones she’s taking, like Metformin (originally intended to help with diabetes, but now thought by many to have cancer-fighting properties), to decrease her…
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96: SICK
I’m talking to Lizzie and Annie in the living room. We’re all recovering from a twenty-four hour stomach bug, which has seen Annie off school the last few days. I felt pretty dizzy and nauseous last night, but today I seem to be OK again. Annie, on the other hand, is really milking the fact…
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94: BEER FEAR
We’re on the train back home, the Sunday after Lizzie’s London party, and I’m mingingly hungover. I want to loll my head over and put it on Lizzie’s shoulder, but I know she’ll never let me. She doesn’t go for heads-on-shoulders kinds of poses. Of course, I have beer fear: alcohol-fuelled-paranoia about what kind of…
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85: DROP DEAD DEADLINE
At work, we’re rushing to deliver some shots. They’re for a big movie… and we’re working to a big deadline. We have to deliver the seventy shots – on which we’ve been doing post production – to a major film studio, by next Tuesday. The studio are sending us increasingly bossy emails about NOT missing…
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79: WORRYING
I’m having drinks in Clerkenwell, with the staff of the film production company at which I’m working. It’s nice! We’re in Clerkenwell Green by the Three Kings pub, next to the impressive edifice that is St. James’ Church. The sun’s out and the place is full of young media types living it up. I feel…
P. D. Clifton 