Preston Dirges and The Theory of Induction
Int. Security Room – Morning Preston and Valerie sit on a row of plastic chairs. PRESTON: I hate waiting. I’m going to get on with something else. VALERIE: No you don’t. The security guy said […]
Int. Security Room – Morning Preston and Valerie sit on a row of plastic chairs. PRESTON: I hate waiting. I’m going to get on with something else. VALERIE: No you don’t. The security guy said […]
There, I said it. By choosing that title I have doomed myself. The majority of readers now know what to think about this post, even though they have not read it yet. In fact, people […]
The skin of the beach was perforated by my footprints. I walked along the stained path of least resistance, left behind by wave’s retreat. Then it returns, an insurgency, fighting for territory. It wanes again, […]
At last, I received some good news from the University of Berkhamsted. After rejecting my last twelve research proposals in a row, they finally turned the tables and sent me a list of research projects […]
Continuing the story of Preston Dirges and Valerie Valencourt, we follow Valerie back to her studio apartment after her first day at work… INT. VALERIE’S STUDIO – NIGHT Valerie enters her studio flat, flicking the […]
For a little while, Halfthoughts is on holiday, Which means you will find There is no thought for today. Though perhaps, you might quip, None were evident anyway. Tis rare when I completely forget To […]
Montage: INT. DESERTED OFFICE FLOOR – DAY Preston walks, flanked by Valerie and Gordon. Music starts: “Lust for Life” by Iggy Pop. Thimbleby looks up from the files, finishes the last bite of his sandwich, […]
Int. Office Canteen – Day Gordon and Tina sit at a table, facing each other and chatting as they eat. Preston leads Valerie across the canteen to join them, carrying their trays of food. Preston […]
Int. Deserted Office Floor – Day THIMBLEBY (O.S.): Preston? Thimbleby is round the corner from the meeting cubicles, sat at a small round table in front of Preston’s desk. He keeps drumming his fingers on […]
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