Me? I was sitting on the top of a tall 5 story indigo coloured bookshelf that had fallen over backwards into a giant pot of pink paint, drinking a yellow cocktail with a scarlet straw and a stick with a magenta flamingo spinning found and round, whilst burping loudly in between talking to an orang-utan who was sitting on a low barstool, unable to reach his glass on the bar, and the obnoxious barman wont pass it to him because he's armist (i.e. thinks that his arms are too long), but the cowboy who's just walked through the sky blue foam swing doors is kind enough to buy him another drink, consisting or raspberry jam and orange juice mixed with blue food colouring, and a whisked egg yolk.
The statue of liberty phone rings in the room next door, and a large lady walks in on her hands to say in a squeaky voice that it's for the zebra who is trying to chat up the ugly cow on the lime green sofa, so I jump up and start dancing a tango with a rhino.
He was all over her like silly string. He couldn't help himself. The orang-utan just had to grab the skinny receptionist with the gritty Birmingham accent. She squealed like a pig, which didn't please the pig at all to be compared to such a specimen, but it couldn't be helped.
A large cappuccino was delivered by the coffee machine onto the table in the corner by the window, the delivery had been a long and painful one, but now that it was out, the motherly coffee machine was reluctant to give it up to the long legged ostrich who was stretching out her stripy stockinged legs. No one was speaking to her today, only because she'd criticised the DJ at the night club the previous night.
The work hadn't come in for ages, we sat behind monitors all day staring into space. Wendy and Emma joined forces in the boredom and went and made another cup of coffee and chatted about all the times they'd been covered in cheese.
Hey I don't have to sit here by my terminal all day waiting for the yellow exclamation mark to appear in the corner of my monitor, pining for Dave to mail me!! That's why we have telephones to sit by all day waiting for him to phone, why has technology developed in this way?
