queues, elephants and rolls

I made a huge step concerning the piece of writing I'm presenting on Tuesday.
The bad thing is, the step was backwards. Until yesterday, I was almost certain which piece I was going to give. Today I stand among four of them. And I like them all (written by me, they are obviously perfect) so I'm not sure what should I do. Flip a coin? Rock,Paper,Scissors,Lizard,Spock? Decisions,decisions...

Remember what I said yesterday, about people going out for a coffee with me? Well, a colleague and friend picked up that torch. We visited the Elephant House, a cafe in the city center, famous for being the birthplace of Harry Potter.
[Get this, apparently she wrote parts of the first two books there. Of course, the owners milked this for everything it's got, so now it's a tourist attaction. You have to wait in line (see?) for about 10 minutes just to get a latte.]
Anyway... We were talking about our prose (which is not a euphemism for youknowwhat, we are writers after all) and she said how bad she felt about writing a piece, concerning a 7 year old boy getting killed. Well, I then went on to say that I have managed to masacre almost all of my characters, including a 5 year old girl in a story that actually got published.
I'm pretty sure she now believes I'm a schizofrenic serial killer* and we find that offensive.
(a blog called brainsanity doesn't help against that though.)
Anyway, it's not my fault; they are short story characters (as in, expendable).

Right now, there's a big fat pile of money next to me. It's 13 pounds and 78 pennies, in copper coins. That's just coins of one penny, twopence and fivepence.
I can build a coin castle out of them :-) Or I can go to tesco's and pull an "old lady" bit. You know, handing every single penny to the clerk, one coin at a time, while the huge line of people behind is cursing and shouting... I could even wear a cap with a daisy on it, just to get in character.

Speaking of tesco's, it has a couple nice things we don't have at supermarkets, back home.
Coleslaw salad is great, sausage rolls are awesome (even though they technically don't have sausage in them, that was a surprise...) 10 grilled barbecue chicken wings for ONE pound... and don't even get me started on caramel shortcakes. If I ever find myself about to be executed, my last meal would definitely include a huge pile of those.
Plus, there's this thing called Cherry Coke. You either love it or hate it. I love it. You can actually make it, just add a little bit of grenadine in a normal coke. You'll thank me later (there's a nice comment section down there). I think it's the best soft drink I ever had.
Well, that's not true, DIET cherry coke is even better!

I guess that's all for today. I'll just go and throw a roll in the microwave oven. Maybe the next one will actually have a sausage in it.

Consta... "sex, drugs and sausage rolls" ...ntine

*[In all fairness though, she just said "serial killer". I added the schizofrenic. Because, you know, honesty.]