Early morning drive to school, listening to Neil Gaimam and Terry Pratchett’s story, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch (1990).
I was visualising the description of the M25 London orbital; “ lorry blocked the road. And the corrugated iron blocked the road. And a thirty-foot-high pile of fish blocked the road. It was one of the most effectively blocked roads the sergeant had ever seen” as the four riders of the apocalypse, Death and Famine and War and Pollution riding on their Harleys passed through the blockade, followed by the four human wannabe “real” Hell’s Angels : Grievous Bodily Harm, Cruelty To Animals, Things Not Working Properly Even After You’ve Given Them A Good Thumping but secretly No Alcohol Lager, and Really Cool People, who were not quite as successful at passing.
I rounded a slight bend in the road and found the road covered in carrots; large fresh carrots. No accident to perceive, no truck seeking its load, just carrots splayed across the bitumen like willing sacrifices to the juice blender god.
It explains so much about my life – all this time I have been a bit player in a fantasy novel about the apocalypse. So many questions answered.
Now the question is : who are you and are you real?