Drunk and Driving happy as a clam.

12-James-Ross croppedIt was late. I was very drunk and driving home happy as a clam. I knew I shouldn’t but the city had long gone to sleep. I couldn’t tell if the window was steaming up because of the heater or if I was taking a nap at the wheel  but my head twitched and  I had a startling moment of clarity.  Leave the car in town.  I found an underground car park beneath a 1960’s apartment block. It’s not easy finding somewhere to park at night.   I put my travel bag in the boot and the rest I can’t remember.

I slept most of the next day and woke at home on the sofa  in the dark.  It all flooded back. The Car.  Where’s my car? I returned to the city and searched  Manchester’s Northern Quarter until I reached Whitworth St. Like a loading Google map the memory appeared.  The Car park. Found it!  The boot was wide open and my packed Mulberry travel bag was gone. But everything was in that bag – my wallet, my computer….  Someone must have watched me.   I looked around. The car park was silent. A  shadow drifted by the stairwell.  I heard a tick ticking from the engine.

All of it, the drink driving the car the  stolen bag was a dream.  I’m not one to tell a story and say it was a dream, but this really happened – the dream – and it was  the kind that felt  so real it was difficult to disbelieve on waking. And it’s not the story. This is, becasue the the ticking now tapping continued.  tick tick tick. tap tap tap.  I tried to get back to sleep. The tapping continued. Tap tap.  It was coming from outside the bedroom.  Finally I trudged  into the hallway.  The front door was wide open and in the gap my neighbour on her way to work.  I thanked her and closed the door. I must have left the door op….  I walked into the kitchen still half asleep….. and there it was,  my beloved Apple computer  with all the poems, plays, pictures, ideas  and memories and the records – gone.

4 thoughts on “Drunk and Driving happy as a clam.

  1. Oh Lemn, this is horrid. But you’ll always write new brilliant work, and there’s nothing you can do to get the lost work back. What makes me crazy is knowing the thief will probably delete the work and sell the hardware. Aaagh!

  2. Yes, stealing is a damned thing and I can not say why people do it. Sorry to hear about your recent troubles. Its 2nd Feb, a bright sunny day, an article on the way, Leeds and yonder.
    Despite the despair of losing your beloved apple, somehow you still captured in words a certain emotion which harboured no ill feeling for the night thief. For that I applaud your humanity. Karma will take care of it for you. Door closes amd window opens type of thing 🙂

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