Yesterday was one of those 'bad' days summed up by my going to Tesco to buy some milk, only to find myself standing outside five minutes with a woman tapping on my shoulder.
'Oh,' she said. 'It's you'.
'It is me,' I replied, thinking that finally somebody has recognised me my by witty turn of phrase or the way I famously wear my trousers baggy. I've been blogging and writing years so it would great if somebody finally recognised me.
'Yes,' she said. 'I've been following you around Tesco...'
'Ah,' I thought, 'a stalker too... Wonderful.'
'... around Tesco mopping up the milk you've been trailing.' She pointed to my feet. Sure enough, they were covered by the white stuff.
'Oh Christ,' I muttered and immediately inspected my rucksack which was also leaking milk. Milk was everywhere. Milk was down my coat, the back of my trousers, trailing down the path, through the automatic doors, and into the show where I could see the polished shine of the newly mopped floor.
That was the kind of day I had. Nothing went right for me from problems on the Mac, problems getting paid for the job I do (problems, believe it or not, with the Nigerian elections mean that, across the globe, I'm still waiting to be paid). There were problems galore, great and small. And then, later in the evening, I heard reports that Harrison Ford has been critically injured in a plane crash.
I don't believe there are any real film stars remaining in the world except for Harrison Ford. I'm a huge fan of Ford because he's not Hollywood. He seems to share my outlook on life and is realistically difficult to get on with. I also like him not because of Star Wars or Indiana Jones. I love the so called 'lesser' films. I love the Blade Runner, Air Force One, K19: The Windowmaker (great under-looked movie), The Mosquito Coast (truly great novel too), Witness, Patriot Games, Clear and Present Danger, The Fugitive... I adore Frantic for reasons to long to go into. Even my favourite Indiana Jones movie is the one not cited as the best: Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade. Movies just don't get better than the Ford/Connery combo. Just a day ago, I was cheering because Ford had agreed to start in the Blade Runner sequel.
Thankfully, it seems he's battered but okay. But that news came early in a new day. Yesterday was behind me.
Today: I'd like to post my piece about caricature, finish writing my app that automates the process of submitting cartoons to magazines. I've also got about 10 new cartoons to submit and I need to organise them properly and do some last minute cleaning up before I caption them. I'd also like to get The Gag Machine properly working for OSX. I also need to head out to Tesco again. Need more milk.