News

It was the afternoon of some Wednesday and i was walking around a town. I had bags in my hands and they were full of things that weren't mine. I was my minder's donkey. So i was walking past a shop that was selling something that had electricity running though it like blood through a small baby child. In their window was a colour television. I couldn't hear it because of the inch-thick glass. It was one of those 24-hour television news feeds. Everything you didn't want to know all the time everyday every hour. constant...bad...news... and cut to Sally with the weather. Anyway, it was showing a scene from some war some place. Some poor bugger was being blown up by some other poor bugger who was going to be shot by the first poor bugger's poor friend in a few seconds. And then to Richard with the sport. Suddenly the action changed. Everyone stopped moving and all turned and looked at some guy off screen. Then this guy came from behind the camera shouting something at the big army men. He went over and took the gun from one of them and mocked shooting one of the little arab teenagers. He gave the gun back and the went to have a talk with some of the arab fighters. He was a small plump man with a beard and a cap. He wore a plaid shirt and had a lens around his neck on a string to get a camera's eye on a scene. The camera panned around and some guy came up and dusted the lens. There were a few other men on little chairs holding papers and pointing at things in the battlefield. A few big nasty army men were at a little table in the distance which had an assortment of fruits and sandwhiches. Fixers and joiners were rushing around the place. It looked just like a location movie set, except there was no health and safety ambulance men. The camera swivelled around again and the little man had finished directing the warzone. I couldn't hear anyone say "action" because of the inch-thick glass, but suddenly they all went bang bang and shot each other. The camera man wasn't too good at his job because you could just see some guy in the corner with a suit on and a little network TV badge smiling at the bloodshed. Then my minder pulled me away to go and buy some more things we don't need.