Lost: some of my greatest thoughts
Blithering arse!
Last Friday I got my half-filled Moleskine out to scribble a crappy diagram during a meeting in a pub. The diagram really was terrible. It didn’t have good perspective or interesting typography or anything. But the many pages before it were solid gold. I had notes in there for the book I’m writing. I had people’s phone numbers. I had outlines of some of the courses I’ll be delivering. I had lovely diagrams with proper perspective and everything.
But they’re gone.
I couldn’t find the notebook when I got home.
I ransacked my flat and still haven’t found it.
I called the venue and the people I met with and they don’t have it.
My details were in the front. And I offered a reward.
Please bow your head and hold a moment of respectful silence as I come to terms with the fact that I’ve probably lost all of that beautiful stuff forever.
*sigh*
serves you right for having a fancy pants notepad, there’s a recession on you know. Why don’t you stick up some posters on the lamppost beside the pub: Lost Moleskin book, reward of 1 keg of beer to the finder.
Then smash that keg into the thief’s nuts. Works every time.