Dark clouds
gather over a long and deserted road. Cue thunder, cue dark clouds, the long
deserted airstrip, and the green, yellow nosed Lotus Seven……..
We know where ZM73, for want of a better name, well I can’t
call him the Prisoner as he’s not a prisoner as yet, is going, and what his
ultimate destination is. He’s on his way to hand in his letter of resignation,
as that’s the proper way to do it. He’ll then go home, and from there
ultimately be abducted, to wake up in an Italianate Village, called quaintly
enough The Village.
That’s all fine and dandy knowing that information, but it
really doesn’t get us very far. And really it’s no longer become that
interesting. Far more interesting is the question, where did he come from? A
long and deserted road, well it looks like a road, although for a single lane
road it’s wider than most. And that’s what makes it unusual. We know what lies
at the one end of that road, London. It must be because that’s where ZM73
ends up, driving over Westminster bridge. What we don’t know, and this
is the vexing part and therefore more interesting, is, we don’t know what is at
the far end of that road. ZM73 must have driven from somewhere to end up on
that road. Not from home surely, as he lives in London, and would have taken a
matter of only a few minutes to drive from his home in Westminster to that
underground car park. And its highly unlikely that he would have driven out of
London only to drive back again…………………..unless………………. he was coming from the
Colonel’s residence in the country! In ‘Many Happy returns’ ZM73 told Mrs.
Butterworth that he had two calls to make, one in town, the other in the
country. So perhaps that’s what he had been doing during that opening sequence,
making two calls. Only this time the one in the country first, to see the
Colonel, and the second call in town in order to hand in his letter of
resignation to that bald-headed, bespectacled bureaucrat sat behind that desk
in the London office!
Be seeing you
Although he's actually driving patiently through London, in his head he is hurtling dramatically down a long open road to freedom - or so he thinks.
ReplyDeleteHello Anonymous,
DeleteYes, that's a good way of putting it.
It may look like an open road to freedom, but it turns out to be a road to hell!
Very kind regards
David
BCNU