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- the therapist
- I'm forty eight. I live and work in a coastal resort.
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20 comments:
Ah, the peace..
No, really? No Wes? Anyone seen Wes..?
I thought he'd have had something to say by now. Probably caught in an avalanche of snow. But then, Wes is so infinitely boring that even the snow would prefer to melt than spend time with him.
So he'll be fine.
Anons? Any Anons out there? Then I shall entertain myself.
It was ever thus.
I nearly didnt write this...
So, you dump us all, then delete all the comments on a whim, come back and tell everyone how boring I am. Your arrogance is...
IT WAS ME THAT KEPT THIS THREAD GOING..!
Know what therapist? STUFF YOUR FUCKING BLOG.
Oh, Wes...I will see you tomorrow. Court 3.
Well, what can I say...Ladies and gentleman, I wiped the therapist off the court. And as ever, as he lay slumped on the floor, I saw him smiling and, in truth, it was a rather demented smile.
Look up, he said! Look up..! He was glaring at the white styroform ceiling of the squash court.
Look up..! There are is calligraphy in the sky! An entire hieroglyphic above our very heads, he said.
And then, I swear, his head slumped down onto his chest. I would have helped him up but, frankly, I had errands to run. I texted him later and asked him for a drink on monday. What more can I do? But he said he wanted to be alone, lick his wounds- and buy some books.
Peintures pour le ciel, non..?
Hey, I have news...A friend of mine saw the therapist today. He was in London with a rucsac. Apparently he was in Greenwich and stopped outside the Peter Harrison Planetarium, he proceeded to open up his blue rucsac and began fixing explosives to the outside wall of the Planetarium. Slowly, methodically, he made a trail of explosives around the perimeter wall, then he stood back, looking very serious. Also, he was unshaven.
My god, this is crazy...I had a call from a friend in Spain last night. He said he saw the therapist standing outside the Planeteria Barcelona...he had strapped the perimeter wall with explosives and was just staring into the distance..the blue rucsac can't be verified but, once again, the therapist was very unshaven. Odd thing was he never actually lit the fuse. The police were about to arrest him but , and I swear I quote my friend word for word, the therapist got away by 'jumping over them'. What, he jumped over the police? Yes, he jumped over them and got away.
That's all I know.
Is he just blowing up planetariums..or is every municipal building at risk...?
I think someone should be told.
POLICE ARE UNABLE TO CONFIRM IF THIS IS LINKED TO RECENT TERRORIST ACTIVITY.
Well of course it is...!
Now wait a minute..! I may have my issues with the therapist and, admittedly, I am better at squash, but there is no evidence that he is actually a terrorist. Well not yet..
' Planetariums across Europe are taking precautions...'
It's very unlikely to have anything to do with the therapist. I shared a bag of chips with him in the rain the other day and he exhibited no aggression towards astronomers or, indeed, astronomy itself. In fact, I can't remember him ever saying anything like ' Those Fucking Stars!' or ' that Bastard Moon'...Only once, now I think about it, we were in south London in late November many years ago and I heard him mutter something under his breath and I swear it was something like 'that bloody aurora borealis, had enough of it, i really have...' That's all, really, but it's probably not enough to suggest he ever made a habit of it.
Well I don't know anything about the planetariums but I have heard something very different.
My friend in Africa is a regular scuba diver and he swears that he saw the therapist scuba diving off the coast of West Africa...
but thing is, and my friend swore this was the literal truth, he was actually hanging off the side of a submarine and not only that, he had a rag in his hand ( a wet rag obviously) and he was polishing the underside of this submarine off the African...
Of course, I don't really believe it but like he said, why would make that up?
No, this is actually true. I think I have heard of him doing this on and off for a few months now...
I did see him polishing a submarine off the coast of Andalucia last November...
I was diving in the area at that time and it was a surprise to see him so deep..but we managed to wave to each other even though our breathing gear was a bit cumbersome, and he had his submarine polishing rag in his hand...Later he texted me and we had coffee.
What's this about jumping over policemen...?
It's probably the therapist...he always thought he was above the law.
It's true..
I had a tweet from a friend in British Columbia who says he saw the therapist 170 metres deep in the Indian ocean where he was clinging to the side of a submarine where, once again, he was seen polishing the portside.
Apparently there is some concern for the submarine. They think that if he carries on polishing at this rate he may wear a hole into the undercarriage and sink the whole thing....But what can you do?
Is he clinging onto the same submarine or does he go from one to another?
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