I’ve not seen the new Planet of the Apes film, but I heard a brief synopsis the other day and it sounds quite sad. It reminded me of Albert Camus’ The Outsider and inspired me to write a short story.
My name's not Jim and who you calling a pansy?
Cocker of snooks
He cocked a snook and yucked a yuck. He bounced in and flounced off. He was full of piss and vinegar. They took him with a pinch of salt and said he had a chip on his shoulder.
They smirked when he got irked and called him a berk. He dug deep and came off shallow. His field of dreams was fallow.
They played ideas tennis and he was the ball-boy. They jammed freeform while he played chopsticks. He fell from grace and lost face. They put him in his place.
And now he’s one of them.
Tags: camus, planet of the apes, the outsider
September 2, 2011 at 5:43 pm |
What the fug has this got to do with monkeys? I want my 7 quid back and some complementary ‘popped corn’
September 2, 2011 at 5:51 pm |
YES!
p.s. I’ve taken the liberty of sticking this to the front page
September 2, 2011 at 5:59 pm |
pps – cheers old rope for sorting out the theme meltdown.
September 2, 2011 at 6:21 pm |
It’s about to change again, old bean. Watch out for your ladypiece