It is hard to listen to a story backwards, but five years and 3 months spent behind the wall, may have focused all my energy and thoughts on completing the beasty, has left serious holes in my people skills.
The continued battle to feed Godzilla more and more material, explains the barren hillsides, where for thousands of years in the old world, ship makers foraged and searched for bent and shapely branches to reinforce the merchant’s hulls from the inside out. Seeing branches growing out from carpets of blue bells or chomping through the wild garlic to cut a favoured hazel rod using only the secateurs really never equated to one day seeing a 4 tonne boat flying through the sky. It is said you can count your real friends on one hand; they took charge of everything each with a skill to help complete the task. The boat was successfully carried to its new location with a Garda escort no less! And once into the display area the dance of two forklifts began to unfold. The ‘X’ on the floor that once marked the spot suddenly and mysteriously began to move. The dancing forklifts performed acrobatic manoeuvres in an attempt to overcome the opposing parties who now believed they were the true keepers of the ‘X’ that marked the spot where the boat should be!
Weary electricians hung from the ceiling waiting for the dancing forklifts and yellow clad solders to leave the building so they could complete their task. Tempers splayed on hearing the wooden crib creek and crack, but only for a few good friends the chess game would have surely been lost. So out of my garden, the dragon is nearly free. A few more days of deliverance and we will all finally reach the sea. So I say again… be careful what you wish for, it might actually one day come true.
From the Yellow Brick Road!!