Sunday 22 January 2012

Wax and Feathers



Wax and Feathers An ancient Greek tragedy in which Icarus learns his last lesson when he ignores the advice of his father, the famed craftsman Daedalus.



9.00
Father?

9.10
Yes, my son?

9.30
Why are we confined here?

9.40
Because King Minos has said so.

10.00
What happened, Father; I thought you worked for him?

10.10
It was my fault: I did some things; some regrettable things; things which displeased the king.

12.00
I don’t like it here, can’t we just escape?

12.15
We’d have fly out of here, like birds.

12.30
Why can't we just go down to the harbour and take a boat?

12.40
I'm afraid it's not that simple; the king has the favour of Poseidon; he knows all who pass to and from the island by the sea.

13.00
—Time passes—

9.30
Icarus, where are you?

9.40
Here, Father.

10.00
Ah! I see you have brought more feathers.

10.10
Yes, I found some big ones by the high tide mark.

10.20
These are very good; perfect for the second tier; you have done well.

10.30
Thank you Father.

11.40
Now, if you could stir the pot of wax; I don't want it to boil; the bubbles will set in its matrix and weaken the joins.

11.50
Yes, Father.

11.30
It helps to have something to do, doesn't it?

11.40
Yes, Father, but…

11.50
What now?

12.00
I was just wondering, do you think they will really work?

12.10
They don't call me the cleverest artisan in all the civilized world out of mere flattery.

12.20
But nobody has ever made such things work before.

12.30
They will work. We don't have the best materials to work with, but they should hold if we are careful.

12.45
If they do, will be the greatest thing ever. Just think: flying, up over the houses, flying away from here.

12.50
Aye, away from here...stir it, don't spill it lad!

13.00
—Time passes—

9.00
…I’ll just tighten the shoulder harness here...Now, how does that feel?

9.05
A bit precarious! I feel like the breeze is trying to push me away.

9.10
That’s good, that’s what we want. Today the wind is our friend; it will help to keep us in the air. Praise Aeolus. Praise Zephyr.

9.20
I’m afraid, Father.

9.30
Don’t worry lad, even Theseus was afraid before he entered the labyrinth.

9.40
But, how did he overcome it, the fear, I mean.

9.50
He didn’t. The trick is to use your fear to keep you alive, not to rob you of your sense. Without fear you overreach, make mistakes.

10.00
I don’t think the Minotaur was afraid.

10.10
Exactly my point Icarus. Look what happened to him.

10.20
 Now lad if you could…just help me do up my wings.

10.25
Here?

10.30
A bit higher.

10.35
Is that right?

10.40
Perfect! We’re ready to fly.

10.55
Now, do like I said, face into the wind and move your arms slowly, or you’ll tire. Let the air do the work.

11.00
Father, I can feel it, my toes are barely touching the ground!


11.15
You’re doing well lad. Now remember not to fly too low or the water will clog the feathers and you’ll fall into the sea.

11.30
Am I flying Father, am I actually flying?

11.50
And one more thing: don’t go too high; if you get too close to the sun, Helios will scorch your wings!

12.00
Yes, but isn’t this tremendous, we are actually flying!

12.15
Icarus, listen to me; don’t get carried away. Now stay close behind me.

12.30
See the shepherds Father, they are cowering in fear; they think we’re gods!

12.35
Don’t mock the gods, boy!

13.00
Look at all the boats in the harbour below, like toys!

13.20
We need to head West whilst the…

13.21
We’ve escaped Father. We’re free; free as birds.

13.30
Icarus, enough, we need to fly straight, if we are to reach Sicily by nightfall.

14.10
That’s Lebynthos below, we’ve done well.

14.20
Don’t be so serious Father. Look, I can rise up just on the winds!

14.25
Icarus, stay close now.

14.30
I am like a god; I can touch the heavens!

14.35
Fool, do not get carried away.

14.40
I can see…

14.42
COME BACK DOWN HERE AT ONCE!

14.50
What’s happening Father? The feathers!

14.54
Icarus, no! You’re going to…

14.55
The wings, the wax, it’s melted!

14.57
What did I tell you!

14.59
Father, I can’t…

15.00
Icarus!

15.02
Fly…

15.03
No!

15.04
!

15.05
.

15.10
The End


Wax and Feathers was written and edited by Simon Cornish @UnforgivingMuse

Friday 6 January 2012

Ho Bloody Ho




Ho Bloody Ho a Tweeted Christmas Tale
Selfish mums, saucy elves, hoodies, and abused children. All in a day's work for a Santa. Moral? Well, it is a Christmas story. —Running Dec 15th-24th.
Prologue Tweets
Tuesday 6th Dec
Had the kids over today. I’d do anything to make em both happy, but God knows how I can afford the presents they want for Christmas.
Thursday 8th Dec
Six months without work is teaching me more about the value of stuff than twenty-five years as a retail supervisor ever did.
Friday 9th Dec
Things could be looking up: call from my friend Gordon, who works for the Council, might be some seasonal work going next week. 
Monday 12th Dec 

11.00
Great, they want me to work as Father Christmas down at the shopping arcade. 
11.30
I’m only fifty. Sure, the divorce aged me about twenty years, but Santa? Told Gordon I’d think about it.
16.00
I’ve been down  the toy shop, the Hobby Console that Jin wants is 129. quid and the 
computer games for Robby almost as much.
Main Story
Thursday 15th Dec
9.15
Started at the Grotto yesterday. Seems the guy doing it before me caught ringworm from one of the kids. #HoNo
10.00
Got a white wig and false beard, but the crinkly blue eyes are all mine. Still working on the Ho Ho Hos —it’s harder than it seems.
10.27
Grotto is such an appropriate word; it's made of dirty green canvas, painted card, and tinsel, all lit by dodgy fairy lights.
11.16
I'm assisted by Keiley the red haired elf. She's young but good with the little odious brats (LOBs). 

13.04
'Have you been good this year?'  Surprise, surprise they all have. Still it's not like I'm a priest at confession. This is my penance.
14.06
#HoHo, that one was easy. I like the tiny ones that just freeze up –you can run through the whole spiel and all they do is stare in awe.
15.10
I remember taking my own kids to see Santa , Robby was good as gold, but Jinny screamed the place down. She was only two.
16.28
Just got a load of abuse from some teenage mum about the gifts we give out. Christmas spirit my arse! That's a fine example to give her kid.
17.34
Keiley told me she's only 18 and studying for her A levels. I’ve got to stop studying her cleavage.
18.30
Home at last. Might thaw out in a minute; it's bloody cold in the grotto, even with the Santa clobber on —it’s sitting still that does it.
20.03
Both my kids were out when I rang. The ex didn't even know where. 

Friday 16 Dec
9.16
Some fools must have messed with the sign over the grotto last night. It now reads: SATANS GROTTO. 
9.24
Have you been bad this year little Johnny? Oh yes Satan! Ho Bloody Ho.
11.00
I liked the new sign, but Keiley’s put it back to how it should be. There’s no convincing some elves.
13.00
In the cafe at lunch a kid told me off for not wearing my beard –I told him I suck the hairs back in when I’m eating –and he believed me.
14.00
Oh great! One of the little SOBs just peed on my lap, I don't have spare trousers for crap like this .
14.30
A quick rinse under the tap in the gents and a towel on loan from the elf and I'm back in business. Trousers are still wet though.
15.04
Keiley does all the wrong things for me. It's the elf outfit, it doesn’t spare her bumps.
17.00
I’m not looking forward to the journey home tonight –it’s perishing out and my trousers are still on the damp side. #HoNo
18.024
Not so bad after all. I got a free bus ride from the lady driver. She probably thinks I’m a bloody pensioner.
19.05
Home: in boxers and looking in mirror. I’m not so bad. If I suck my paunch in.
20.00
Called the kids: Robby was out again, but Jin was in –she spoke for exactly forty seconds before dashing off to watch some TV programme.
20.12
Ignored by my own kids and pissed on by the rest. I thought all this Christmas stuff was supposed to be for their benefit?
Saturday 17th Dec 
9.04
The sign on the Grotto’s been rearranged again this morning. The yobs are getting creative; it now reads: GRANT ASS TOOT. #HoHo
9.17
Keiley wants me to to hold the stepladder steady while she sorts out the sign. Not sure I’ll be able to cope with the view from that angle.
9.30
She kept asking me to look up to see if it was straight. Something was straight alright. 
11.07
Still had to hand a present over to an LOB earlier who’d pulled my beard off, and screamed: ‘You’re not the real fucking Santa!’ Hohum.
12.35
I counted them: eight hoodies lurking around the arcade like the undead. When I was their age it was platform shoes and flowery shirts.
13.45
Hoodies were still there when I got back from lunch. I told them to clear off. I bet they’re the little buggers who keep changing the sign.
15.28
A little girl asked me if her Mummy would get a present, I asked her if her Mummy had been good? She showed me the burns on her back.
15.41
The mother was outside having a smoke. I couldn’t say anything; I'm a shopping arcade Santa, not a social worker.
16.50
 It’s bothering me about that kid. I’ve written it down on a piece of paper, but what can I do?
It’s bothering me about that kid –she can't have been more than four. Should write it down on a piece of paper, but what can I do?

18.33 23.33
Got another free ride today. I think I’ve made an impression on the bus driver.
19.45 
Not going to try calling the kids tonight, I’ve got them all day tomorrow.
20.23
Amber, Amber Hewlett, that was the name of that kid today. She asked for a Felicity doll for Christmas.

Sunday 18th Dec 
11.14
Sunday, my one day off. Taking Robbie and Jin to the cinema later, then out for food.
15.17
I can barely afford our tickets to the film, let alone snacks and drinks. They’re not happy about it –feels like I’m letting them down.
17.27
Robby’s barely said two words –other than moaning that the film was for kids. Pizza Place for dinner, that’ll be fun.
18.58
Caught Jin sneaking a sip from my beer at the restaurant. She said all her mates drink. Can't believe it, both my kids are turning bad.
19.37
Standing in the rain, in the bus queue with two monosyllabic teenagers. I can think of nothing I’d rather be doing.

Monday 19th Dec 
9.34
The grotto sign hasn't been touched this morning. Maybe they've run out of anagrams, or perhaps yobs have Sundays off. 
11.01
I've been thinking about that little girl, Amber –maybe I should do something?
13.36
More kids were in the cafe at lunchtime today, all watching me eat, following every movement of my sandwich to my mouth like puppies.
14.57
That saucy elf asked me, if she sat on my lap would she get a present? I told her she'd get more than a lump of coal in her stocking! #HoHo
16.25
Hit the doubters with Christmas logic. Yes, every Santa is the real Santa; how else can I deliver presents around the world in one night? 
17.00
I called social services earlier and told them about Amber Hewlett. They said I'd done the right thing and that they’d look into it.
18.37
On the bus home I told the driver lady I wasn't a pensioner, she said she knew, but Santa rides her bus for free. Ho Ho Ho.
20.02
Text from the ex: she's going out on a date on Thursday night and wants me to look after the kids. That’s nice. For her.
Tuesday 20th Dec 
9.00
The yobs have been at it again. The sign this morning is proudly advertising GRANS TATTOOS.
11.00
Most of the mums are looking kind of frazzled. I think the last-minute Christmas shopping is taking its toll.
12.45
Lunchtime: the cafe is full of oggling children. I think I'll order a sandwich to take away. I can eat it in the Grotto out of sight.
13.56
Gordon just popped by with my pay for the last week’s work. Cash, HO yeah!
15.06
Keiley asked me if I'd like to come out for a drink tomorrow evening with some friends of hers. Yes, but gawd...they'll all be 18.
16.14
Amazing! most of the children we’ve had in this afternoon have been Okay, some of them were quite sweet. Even if their mums weren't.
17.22
I wonder if they’ve tracked down Amber yet?
18.33
The bus driver said I had kind eyes. She asked me if they called me anything other than Santa. If only she knew. 
19.50
Better get my kids’ presents tomorrow, or I’ll end up spending more than I should out with Keiley and her fellow elves.

Wednesday 21st Dec 
9.21
Today's anagram: A TART TONGS SO. Not perfect spelling, but effective. I'm getting to enjoy our morning stepladder sessions.
10.12
More Dads in this morning, I think they must be getting dumped with the kids while the Mums are off hunting down last minute bargains.
10.59
Spoke to a guy called Andy at social services —seems Amber was already known to them, and she’s now safe in care. 
11.50 
I’m sure I did the right thing with Amber. But being taken into care at Christmas? Poor little mite.
13.27
Keiley was funny at lunch; we sat and thought up names for extra reindeer. Her favourites were: Masher, Honker, Oodolf and Jeff. 
13.45
Oops, meant to get my kids’ Christmas presents at lunch. Have to go as soon as we finish for the day.
14.39
It’s been a good day so far. Getting to enjoy this job. Ho Ho Ho
16.04
Keiley said she'd meet me at 8.00pm at the King and Queen. I’m looking forward to it.
17.24
Those bloody hoodies were hanging round the grotto again, I told them to clear off, but I bet they come back to do the sign.
17.34 
Okay, time Santa did some serious shopping.
18.15
Those little !@£${++ toe-rags! I’m waiting for the police and dripping crimson on the pavement.
I can’t believe it. Shit! 
18.18 
Sorry, but shit! Those little rats followed me out to the bus stop, hurled a load of abuse, then mugged me.
18.32
Got a punch in the stomach and a knee in the face for my trouble. They nicked the presents, even swiped my Santa hat.
19.06
Waiting to give a statement down at the Police Station. My nose has stopped bleeding. I don’t think it’s broken.
20.12
I can’t believe I’ve just lost all that stuff! Bought with the money I’d spent all week Ho Bloody Hoing for snot-nosed kids.
21.36
Oh Gawd, Keiley...I don’t even have her number.
Thurs 22nd Dec 
8.30
Not sure I want to go in to the grotto today.
9.00
There’s a big bruise on the side of my face to show for last night’s beating. The beard covers most of it.
9.09
The sign reads SNOT RAG TOAST this morning. Not amusing. If I catch those snot rags they will be toast.
9.31
Keiley didn’t want help sorting out the sign. Tried explaining why I didn’t show up last night. It sounded like a made-up excuse. 
9.38
No more time now —big queues of Kiddies.
12.45
Lunch break. Showed Keiley the lovely purple bruise on my face and the nose blood stains on the pavement outside. She believes me now.
13.15
Keiley has put some concealer over the bruises for me. She also used some rouge to jolly my cheeks. Why didn’t we think of that before?
13.20
My adoring public awaits.
15.07
Keiley told me she’d had trouble with those hoodies a few nights ago. She reckons they aren’t even that old —that makes me feel even worse.
17.57
Got to get back home to change, then off to babysit the kids while the ex goes out for her Christmas drink with ‘friends’. 
18.36
The bus driver asked how I was; she’d heard about the incident last night. She’s called Grace. Nice lady.
19.31
At the ex’s house (used to be mine). Robby’s gone out, Jin is glued to the TV.
20.22
Explaining to Jin the Hobby Console I bought’s been stolen. She’s acting like one of the petulent three-year-old’s I get at the Grotto.
20.46
Apparently she already has one and wants something else now. Where’d she get something like that?
21.01
 She had the bag and receipt –the same shop I bought mine from! Suspicious, me?
22.09
Just perused Robby’s room, found what looks like my missing Santa hat on the floor. 
I can’t believe this...
22.43
Do I dob my own son in to the police or beat a confession out of the little sod?
Friday 23rd Dec
9.08
Helping Keiley to change the sign, she’s laughing so much her bum is wobbling; it says: TO START A SNOG. 
9.26
I’m going to miss working with my little helper after tomorrow; she’s certainly made this Santa lark bearable.
10.41
Gordon (the boss) has popped in. Been told we’ve been doing a great job and visitors were up on last year.
10.58
I’m a natural Santa. Who’d have thought it. #HoHoHo
11.15
The first ten kids on Christmas Eve are going to get special prezzies —courtesy of the retailers association. That should shut the mums up.

12.57
Keiley says she just saw the gang of hoodies over by the benches —time to tackle these cockroaches. I’ve called security.
13.16
So many people about they haven’t spotted me. Time for some Christmas sleuthing.
13.25
Thought so, Robby was with them before the security guys split them up; he’s ducked into a newsagent’s.
13.37
Caught him trying to buy cigarettes! I took the beard off, he went white as a sheet. I’m taking him back to the grotto for a word.
13.50
Confronted Robby about him and his hoody mates attacking me. He’s denying it, but the hat and the Hobby Console are pretty damning.
14.02
Got to start Grottoing, Keiley can’t hold back the ravening mothers forever. I’ve had to let Robbie go.
14.21
I did manage to point out he’d nicked his own presents. He left with a ‘Fuck off Dad’. So much for respect.
15.22
Those hoodies are making him into a criminal. Still, having to share all his presents with his toe-rag mates might teach him something.
16.16
My son is a thug, and my daughter is a selfish, booze swilling brat. I blame the parents.
17.00
I’ve tried calling the ex, but I’m only getting her voicemail. No wonder Robby the rat is running feral.
18.06
I’ve changed the sign over the grotto to: RATS GOT AT SON. —wonder if Robby will get it.
18.16
Chatting to Grace on the bus about my kids. She’s a good listener.
19.42
Thinking about Grace’s reply: kindness is a finite resource, even for those playing St Nicholas. I ought to give it to those that need it.
20.00
Only Christmas Eve to do now. #HoHoHo
Saturday 24th Dec
9.01
There is no more Grotto —just a smouldering heap of bent poles and ashes! I can’t quite believe it. I’m at a loss.
9.15
The police want to speak to me. Did Robbie do this? What do I tell them?
9.40
I took Keiley to the cafe in tears. The kids don’t need to see Santa’s elf streaked with mascara like something from a gothic horror set.
9.58
I’m calling the ex and telling her everything, we have to work together to sort this out. Robby has to learn about repercussions.
10.22
Called her. Can’t see Christmas being much fun in that household. HoHum
10.43
Gordon has just turned up with the sack of special presents, bit late now. Ho Bloody Ho.
11.04
Seems the fire service think it was electrical, not arson. There’s nothing more to do, no more Grotto. Gordon said we should just go home.
11.19
At least Robby’s off the hook for the fire, but he’s still in deep reindeer poo for mugging Santa.
11.31
Asked Gordon what he was going to do with the presents. Told me I can have them for my own kids if I want.
11.58
I’ve got a better idea and Keiley is happy to help as my elf. I need to make a phone call then drop by the toy shop. 
12.38
Called social services and arranged for us to visit the foster home. There are ten kids who’d all love a visit from Santa.
14.24
We’re here, having a cracking time, mince pies and HoHoHoing: it’s great to see all the kids so happy. 
15.15
Gave out the presents and a special one for Amber (the Felicity doll she’d asked for), but they can’t open them until Christmas morning.
16.25
Given Keiley a bottle of Cava for all her help. She had a little prezzie for me and a big kiss under the mistletoe. I’ll miss her flirting.
17.31
Goodbyes have been said. Keiley has promised to stay in touch, she said I could be her sugar daddy on New Years Eve –HoHo.
18.36
Grace was driving the bus —told her the day’s events. She’s asked me to come to the Railway Arms for a Christmas drink later. Could be fun.
19.33
Been to the ex’s. Left each of my kids a giftwrapped piece of coal with a note saying: Love is unbounded, but kindness is finite.
20.21
Home now and changed, that’s Santa put away till next Christmas. Time to head off to the pub, I hope Grace recognises me in normal clothes.
20.30
Ho Ho yes, Happy Christmas! 

The End

HoBloodyHo was written by Simon Cornish @UnforgivingMuse
Story Edited by Gordon O’Sullivan @Gorshell

Bad Hair Daze


Bad Hair Daze
Originally Broadcast April 2010

Bad Hair Days
Twitter Story
Could twenty foot of avocet blond hair be the way to meet the man of Zel’s dreams, or will her jealous boss thwart her chances of romance?
Thursday
9.20 am  
Second month at Hair Magic Magazine. Evelyn Chantres, the vampish boss, blows a bit hot and cold, but I’m doing OK.
10.00
Katie, so called mate and sub-editor, has just blown me out for Friday night drinks –she’s off to Brighton for a weekend with her boyfriend.
10.30
Aarg! I need to get out of this all female office and meet a nice guy, before I turn dyke.
11.15
Expecting a delivery of hair products from Handson Price to review today, but no joy yet.
2.00 pm
Evelyn’s watching me again from her office window. She treats me like an intern, running around at her whim. I’m supposed to be a writer.
5.00 pm  
Seems our main door buzzer is broken and no-one told me! Not much good when office on top floor. 
5.10
Called Handson Price –seems the poor guy did try to deliver today, but has gone home now. Hopefully he’ll try again tomorrow.
7.00 pm  
Evelyn stood right next to me in the lift, touched my hair, and said she liked it in this colour, but it would suit me better shorter. Creepy.
Friday
9.45
The guy from Handson Price called back. His name's Richard, he was amused by our crummy buzzer. He wants to come tomorrow –oh gawd!
10.15
 Looks like another Saturday in the office then–At least I got to give a guy my mobile number,  even if it is so he can call me to be let in.
1.00pm
Just realised I’ve given my number to a complete stranger, and told him I’ll be at the office on my own –I’m so stupid sometimes.
3.00
-I swear Evelyn just sniffed my hair by the drinks machine. Creepy. 
Note to self: dye hair and grow long.
8.00
Only Evelyn was up for going out after work tonight –noo thank you. So I’m at home, with only Ben and Jerry for company.
Saturday
10.30 am
Busy the morning; testing the new creative hair extension kit I’m reviewing for next month’s issue.  It’s just as well there’s no-one here.
It seems the hair extensions come on a reel, which you cut to length, and attach using a handy hair-glue gun thingy, - 
Have decided to use the whole reel, then cut after, to see what having stupidly-long, Evelyn-repellent, hair looks like. Ha!
12.30 pm  
Thanks to ‘Creative Hair’, I now have 20ft long avocet blond hair. It’s very heavy and trails behind me, knocking everything off the desks. 
Must write an article about this: ‘A week with the longest hair in the world’; the readers will love it! 
1.30 pm   Been typing away for about an hour. it’s pretty hot in this hair. Not sure I can last an afternoon, let alone a week! 
Nearly finished the review, just the manufacturers blurb to go –It’s hot in this hair. Not sure I can last an afternoon, let alone a week! 
1.35 pm 
 Just discovered that my earlier swishing flaunts have knocked the hair-glue thingy off the desk. Where has it gone I wonder?
Can’t find the blurb; my earlier swishes around the office knocked half the stuff off my desk –OMG where’s the hair-glue thingy gone?
Oh bum! seems I’ve glued my extensions to the carpet. I can stand up, but otherwise I’m tethered to a spot next to desk. Time for the chop.
1.37 pm  
No scissors! –well, not any within 5ft of my desk. Maybe I can saw through it with a ruler.
Help! Ruler not working, will trying chewing my way through it.,.
This hair tastes funny and I now have a strange tingling sensation in my lips, stupid hair glue thingy!
1.42
I can’t believe I work for a magazine about hair, haircuts and hairdressing, and there aren’t any scissors.
1.50pm  
Big bum, arse, tushy.
Don’t want to be glued here for the weekend! Need a pee –suppose I could call the fire brigade.
2.00 pm  
Just got a text from Richard: he’s outside front door. There may be hope for my bladder yet, if my not dignity!
2.10
I’ve texted him back: ‘In slight predicmnt cant come 2 door. Wil throw keys down. Mind hed.’ 
2.20 pm  
Was able to reach and operate window latch with foot, then shove it open. Have now thrown out keys. Hope I didn’t hit him. 
2.28
Not exactly at my best for impressing men right now, considering ridiculous hair glued to carpet, but a quick slap of lippy won’t hurt.
2.30 pm  
I’m saved! Richard is here: yay!
2.43
Loo at last! Richard had scissors in the box he brought. He’s far too attractive to be single, and he works in hair fashion...hmmm…
4.00
What a day. Richard is sooo lovely! He saw the funny side of my silly hair experiment and joked whilst he was cutting me free.
I’m home now. Going over to Mum and Dad’s for dinner later –even if it does mean flak for my hair. Think I’ll stay over for a lazy Sunday.
Monday
9.30am ish
Got total ribbing from my co-workers about the hair thing Saturday. Seems the CCTV recorded the whole thing. 
10.00
Why is the CCTV pointed at my desk?
10.30
Katie said they were going to put the video on youtube, but she decided it was too cruel. Glad I’ve got at least one ally here.
11.24
Evelyn has just given me a real dressing down about ruining the carpet.
12.00
Katie now tells me my rescuer on Saturday was THE Richard Handson, co-founder of Handson Price. And there he was, cutting me out of my hair.
3.00
Got a text  from Richard: ‘Glad I could help Saturday, liked long weave, 2feet is plenty. See you tomorrow‘–OMG, must sort hair.
Tuesday
9.00
Richard, sorry: Mr Handson,  is due at our offices again today for a meeting with Evelyn. 
10.30
I think Richard likes me; he brought a latte up for me. Asked if my hair had grown before he went into Evelyn’s office. 
11.00
Evelyn just gave me a really narrow eye look through her office window. Now what have I done?
12.30 pm  
I’ve been sent out to pick up lunches from the Deli, for Evelyn and Richard 
12.50
It’s always so busy at the Deli round lunchtime. They should serve snacks to keep you going whilst you queue.
1.15 pm  
Got back and find coffee ‘somehow’ spilt all over my desk, and mobile. Mobile now dead. Damn! Richard’s number frazzled with it.
Wednesday
11.00
Richard hasn’t been in touch. Surely he could phone the office number?
14.00
Have tried phoning Handson Price but his trained rottweiler on reception won’t put me through. Left message.
Must stop thinking about Richard; he’s obviously not thinking about me. Sit it out, wait till he calls, don’t let him know I’m desperate. 
Not desperate –who am I kidding.
17.00
Tried Handson Price again, got the rottweiler, again. That’s embarrassing, she probably thinks I’m stalking her boss...hmmm...perhaps I am.
Thursday
 Evelyn got off phone in a foul mood this morning. She told me to stop harassing Handson Price; they spend a lot on advertising in the Mag.
What am I doing mooning over Richard; even if he likes women, he’s out of my league.
My punishment has been to set me looking through back issues for old reviews all day.
My shoulders ache, my eyeballs ache, even my hair aches. Only one thing for it: an entire evening in the bath.
Friday
Oh, not again. Evelyn has me looking through old ‘how-to’ articles today. I think my brain is going to melt.
12.00
Must make optician appt. –eyes now can’t focus more than ten feet away. 
2.30
I’ve been sent out to the coffee shop for coffees, I feel like Evelyn’s lackey, but at least I’m out of the office for half an hour.
2.45
Thought I just saw Richard across the street, but my eyes are still doing odd things; it could have been any guy with a suit.
5.00 pm 
Going out for drinks tonight with Katie and the others. I’ve earned it, and I’m damn well going to let my hair down.
Saturday
12.00
Urg, hangover hair.
12.20
Gawd, I look like Medusa, –got to cut those extensions out.
8.00 pm 
 Given up on men, perhaps I'll give lesbianism a try, or maybe just chocolate ice cream. Decided to cut hair short and dye it red again.
Given up on men, nice ones anyway. Are they just a fantasy: like unicorns? I need something I can believe in: like chocolate ice cream.
Sunday
11.00
Katie is coming over later to do my hair. It can’t be any worse than the rat’s nest I’ve made of it.
7.00
And like a phoenix, the redhead rises from the sink. 
7.30
Cinnamon Fire it said on the packet: Scarlet Fury is more like it –I can live with that.
Katie’s advice: stop mooning over Richard, buck-up and move on; no-one likes a misery-guts. Katie does pragmatic from the hip.
Monday
8.10 am
Spotted Richard at the station this morning. He seemed to look right past me, like he couldn’t see me. Well two can play at that game.
More back issues to go through. I’m feeling pretty low right now. Men, don’t talk to me about men.
Katie is trying to be nice, she asked me to come out and meet up with her boyfriend for lunch. I declined.
I now have a back issue-induced headache behind my eyes. I’m going home, I don’t care what Evelyn thinks.
Tuesday
9.00 am
Called in sick; I still have a headach, I don’t know what to do. I have to think.
I’ll never get a reference if I quit the Magazine now; I haven’t been there long enough. But I can’t stay, the way things are.
3.00 -4.00
I wonder if I can get ice cream delivered?
10.00
Bleh, TV, bleh, bed.
Wednesday
Phoned in sick again. Katie answered, she said Richard called twice yesterday, asking for me. I told her if it’s work it can wait; I’m ill.
I think I’ll ignore him, serves him right.
Can’t Richard wait till I get back to work? It’s bad enough being at Evelyn’s beck and call. 
4.00
Just called Katie and to get the number for Handson Price. She told me she has something interesting to show me on the CCTV when I get back.
4.30
Getting mighty sick of Richard’s rottweiler, had to leave a message again. Hmph, he phoned me!
Thursday
9.30
Got back to work this morning with a little trepidation, but no need to worry Evelyn was out getting her hair done.
11.00
Katie just showed me that bit of CCTV footage she was on about. More on that later; Evelyn has just come back and called me into her office.
12.00
She was going to chew me out again but I got Katie to show her the CCTV from last Tuesday, which had still been pointing at my desk.
12.00
Concessions wrung from Evelyn: no more running round for coffees, I got a new iphone, and an apology –in-front of everyone. Yay!
2.00
I owe Katie a drink; the CCTV footage shows Evelyn, come to my desk pick up my phone, read the messages, then drop it into my coffee cup. 
10.00
New hpone greay, bar drinks, Katie LOL
Friday
9.20
I was late in by ten minutes, I missed the 8.15 train and had to catch the 8.25. Evelyn didn’t say anything.
10.00
Phoned the rottweiler and gave her my new mobile number. Joked about Richard playing message tag with me. I guess She’s OK really.
11.00
Richard phoned me back! He wants to meet for lunch.
1.20
Lunch update: Richard has taken me to his club. The food is fantastic, and the company, of course. I could get used to this.
2.20
Seems Evelyn had told Richard I was feeling harassed by him, he’d texted me back to say sorry. Must have been when she coffeed my phone.
3.30
Richard thinks I could sue Evelyn, but I think I’ll let her off, this time anyway.
4.00
Afternoon Update: Richard has asked me out to dinner Tomorrow, to make up for all the trouble, it wasn’t his fault, but I’m flattered he cares.
6.00
Dinner OMG what am I going to wear –arrg! What about my hair?
8.00
Hi I’m Zel Green and I work as a features writer at Hair Magic Magazine, the boss I can handle. Princes to date: 1
The End
Written by Simon Cornish @unforgivingmuse
Edited by Sarah Farley @smallislandtale
Thanks to @Profwriting