Push the Button
Welcome to your copy of the Emergency Instructions handbook. If you are reading this you are either falling into the Atlantic at 100mph, watching a ticking bomb clock or have fallen into a pit of deadly snakes.
I cannot help with any of these situations - sorry. Enjoy the afterlife.
Now onto more pressing matters, me.
I've decided to start a messy diary of my life. I'm hoping it will read like a Hollywood film script - flashbacks in appropriate places, dream sequences, explosions, bad acting, the whole lot. The main character is me obviously, a 22 year old student living in London. There is of course a lot more to me but that shall all be unravelled as we go along.
So then, why call this diary Emergency Instructions? Connotations with dangerous, lucid and fascinating adventures were one reason, the other being it just sounds damn good.
Action!
I cannot help with any of these situations - sorry. Enjoy the afterlife.
Now onto more pressing matters, me.
I've decided to start a messy diary of my life. I'm hoping it will read like a Hollywood film script - flashbacks in appropriate places, dream sequences, explosions, bad acting, the whole lot. The main character is me obviously, a 22 year old student living in London. There is of course a lot more to me but that shall all be unravelled as we go along.
So then, why call this diary Emergency Instructions? Connotations with dangerous, lucid and fascinating adventures were one reason, the other being it just sounds damn good.
Action!