Puppet on a String
I was cycling back from Clapham Junction. I popped into one of my favourite pubs, The Alma by Wandsworth Town. Not much going on, mid afternoon. A long and lazy read of the paper, perfect. One table with soft chairs was dominated by a man who was phoning and spreading himself over the whole table. I hate that. That’s where I sat.
He was an American drumming up business for a motivational seminar. I sat in his face for about half and hour. He made around six calls. Most were not in. Just trying to catch up, my seminar is next week, it would be a good time to have a chat , I think some of the ideas will appeal, Anyway have a good afternoon and I hope we can get together.
But sometimes he got someone. Then it was , great to catch up, I think you will find this will do your business some real benefit, Its £100 and if you feel its not worth it I refund with no questions asked.
By the time I had finished my pint I was almost weeping at this warm flow of arse licking sales spiel.. Thank God I no longer have to earn a living. Crawl and grease, grease and crawl.
The next day I saw the absolutely brilliant film Anomalisa made with puppets . Oh yes alienation brilliantly done with a very big A.
The whole vacuity of a kind of life seen through prism of man going to another town-the plane ,the hotel room, the porter, the miscalculation of the old girl friend, the shower, the hotel plastic key, the repetition by automatic phones, the hope and disappointment of the new girl friend, same old family, the nightmare. All human life is in this film, somehow even the puppets having sex get it right. Awkward, stilted, fumbling yet ultimately wonderful, just like real sex. And because he is a puppet the hero is allowed to smoke!
But for me the killer was the hero was involved in a motivational conference. He even made a few calls. But which one was the real puppet?
On the Thames this week as the Oxbridge crews move towards the Boat Race the tides have been high. Come on you Blues. Heroes and heroines in wellies. No greasing and crawling there. Just blue eyes and brave hearts in the cold wind and the spring sunshine.
As you read this I will be flying to Australia. The next blog is April 18.