Lost for words...

Sometimes I get it so wrong. I was thinking Sheila Hancock – JuSt lo0k cLo$er - Lord Charles, broken wooden chairs, sticks, desperation, personalities hiding in a ventriloquist dummy, black and white, black and white! A gottle of geer, a bottle of beer -- Remember… walls have ears!

 So wrong sometimes. Well, it screams at me now that it’s TOO late!

An A4 sheet of basic printer paper, an hour with… well, things to do, but nothing better than doodle - so I crumbled in.

Of course I was thinking ‘Dead of Night’ I’m such a dummy. ‘Dead of Night’ is the scariest film I’ve ever seen. The first time watched, a forgotten stay-up eight year old sitting in the living room whilst my parents drank tea in the kitchen. The old black and white TV flickering… black and white, black and white! Maxwell slapping the dummy…

SLAP ! "You'll pay for that later."
"Yes..." Maxwell replies wearily; "I will." And then Hugo’s head moves on its own and fixes him with a glass-eyed stare…

I scream!

Yes black and white. I should have left it at that, but I couldn’t and didn’t. Taking out my pens and paints I killed him with colour. I was lost for words, yes lost for words. The colour had killed my doodle just as surely as if his friend the ventriloquist had died inside of him. Seems that you always kill the thing you love.

Scan first, scan first… a bottle of beer and a vodka shot please barman… if my money’s good here. I’m such a dummy sometimes.