'An open day is being held at the University. I am talking with Paul outside my office, which is now in a palatial roof terrace type area. A bearded man akin to Harold Shipman approaches and says that he loves what we’ve done with the place. I think this an odd comment, but Paul dismisses it and wanders off with the man. More and more people arrive through a lift I never noticed before, and as I attempt to fight my way through the crowd to leave, Chris appears, and starts attacking me. He jumps up and over me several times, raining punches down on me as he descends. I am powerless to respond. The crowd simply stand and stare. Each of them is holding a red balloon.' This one actually happened last night, during a relatively sleepless period brought about by the consumption of alcohol.
Random bits of construction and destruction...assorted shorter and shorter fiction lets call it. Mainly from being asleep.