“When I run, I mean I try my best, but 4 of 5 kilometres out, and all of a sudden I have to get home. I mean, you can order a taxi! I can’t say I’ve never hailo’ed in the middle of a run!
“But you can’t hailo on a book – you’re defeating yourself.”
Sam was a bin, and a tragic sort of character. His friend Watson always managed to diet so easily, using the recycling diet, (a very popular method) whereas Sam just couldn’t control himself.
The plughole was growing tiresome of this menace, this looming eye over it, watching, it’s long neck cocked out, waiting for something to happen. The tap had spent every day since installation spying (maybe that’s too subtle a word) on the plughole.
The saucer was an angry little dish. He was like a human pinkie finger…