How I came through
BARRY COLE
My brain sewers broke just after dark on Sunday.
Before that, my thoughts moved swiftly, passing Through the main outlet without hindrance, following a path well smoothed by time and friction.
At first I probed the less painful parts with some spills of logic. then pushed through a long rod of basic emotion. There was some subsidence of seepage but within an hour I was again overflowing. Several friends began to complain about the smell. Thinking this reasonable, I noticed a slight lessening of pressure just below
the hind brain. They congratulated me on this
discovery, saying it was certain to show considerable improvement by Monday morning.
Later, however, following a direct complaint from my wife that my condition was beginning to affect the foundations of the house, I ran a huge broom handle topped with a rubber bell into the soft centre of my cerebellum.
Instant clearance followed and people around me • smiled again, shook my hand, said how pleased they were that had come through.
From Barry Cole's THE VISITORS,
published this week by Methuen, at 25s.
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