[00:00.28]And now for the third part of four-part late night tales story
[00:03.44]Flat of Angles
[00:04.74]Written by Simon Cleary
[00:06.10]And read by me Benendict Cumberbatch
[00:08.31]I just can't access my thoughts
[00:11.80]Or put them into words
[00:14.06]I think now my brain recycle been awaiting deletion
[00:17.33]Still no reply to my text, I send to its...
[00:20.08]Oh, let me see
[00:21.85]9:48, and it's now 10 o'clock
[00:25.68]She hasn't texted to me in response
[00:27.30]To my imploring, longing, yearning message
[00:29.72]Full of wiring sudden grief
[00:31.44]Thus, morning!
[00:33.83]How are you?
[00:35.08]I enjoyed our journey in the dark so can't wait last night!
[00:39.22]Back at my place, looking forward to the gig tonight
[00:42.03]What time can you get there?
[00:43.33]Where is Rhythem Factory?
[00:44.95]Have a great day!
[00:47.47]Kiss
[00:50.20]As many questions as possible all crying out for response
[00:52.94]Surface lightness, reflective even
[00:55.16]Asking after, referring to events our showing her I'm thinking of her
[00:59.15]The kiss bow
[01:00.56]That was contemplative for a good five minutes althought we held hands briefly
[01:05.40]Near McDonald's on the Earl's Court Road last night
[01:07.50]I don't know that was to forward the kiss, too presumptuous now
[01:11.69]But, her touch, sent a clean electric impulse through me
[01:16.37]Up my mind, into my brain
[01:21.25]It cuts through the K, the sodium light
[01:25.27]The rain I longed to protect her from my arms
[01:30.42]Now he's check of the message this phone results
[01:33.17]A little clutch of pain somewhere of the sanity is heart
[01:38.94]The snails are climbing all over the wall in my bathroom
[01:43.68]There is a bush outside the window
[01:44.97]When it rains if I've left the window open
[01:47.32]Which I need to, sometimes 
[01:50.29]They crawl in
[01:52.86]The iridescent tracery they leave on 
[01:54.91]Unknown journey sparkles in the bob light
[01:57.06]I take a Tesco-bag glove and gather them
[02:01.89]Bundle them out the window
[02:08.27]My time spend with you before the war
[02:14.68]She said she was going to Spain, hoped it wouldn’t rain
[02:17.16]Heard it wouldn’t rain. I wanted to go too
[02:18.96]She said she was a solo traveler
[02:20.83]But it was her rule
[02:21.85]She goes on journeys alone
[02:23.75]With plenty to read
[02:25.20]Recommend some books, so that perhaps a thought of me would go with her
[02:28.03]Perhaps I am the only thought she had
[02:29.56]Or more probably, she never thought of me, as I did of her
[02:33.59]I wanted to say these things
[02:35.95]But there was always a wall around me
[02:38.12]I could never tell people how much they meant to me
[02:40.19]I could tell others how much I hated some people
[02:42.09]But could never even tell a friend I appreciated their company
[02:45.24]Until I’d had 10 cans, then it would descend into a stereotypical drunken
[02:49.44]“You’re my best mate, you are.” 
[02:51.72]So we opened that bottle of absinthe, and sat on the couch
[02:59.58]I knocked a copy of The Face onto the floor
[03:04.05]The Face 
[03:04.75]And cleared away a few cans with my boots
[03:06.04]We turned to face each other there
[03:07.20]An my knee touched hers
[03:10.15]I looked at our knees together
[03:12.58]Hers at the top of the black leather boots, hidden in grey woollen tights
[03:15.33]With little bobbles on them
[03:18.40]Her knee moved imperceptibly away
[03:22.91]But I felt it
[03:27.13]I looked up to her face
[03:28.33]As she said “Drink a shot with me, and look me in the eye as you do.”
[03:32.11]We did
[03:35.90]I didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol
[03:38.77]But her eyes gave me a warm glow
[03:43.05]I was swallowed by them
[03:45.48]As she swallowed the green liquid
[03:48.41]I couldn’t get enough
[03:50.84]We did it again and again
[03:54.94]Rinse, then repeat
[03:58.42]As needed
[04:03.03]Well, we were fabric for a drama bass night
[04:05.72]We were about to bow about four
[04:07.83]Just getting our coats, when we were
[04:09.19]Tim getting some sorts of trouble
[04:10.89]With the coat room attendant, he lost his ticket
[04:12.42]She said "we'd have to wait until the end to get the coat
[04:15.72]So we had to sit outside
[04:17.14]By the meat market, in the freezing cold
[04:19.92]At least wear our coats
[04:21.73]Until 8, when it was finally over
[04:25.41]Tim's was only coat hanging around in the middle of this desert
[04:28.15]And then Tim, put his hand, in his jeans' pocket
[04:31.77]And pulls out a sweat rubbish ruffled ticket
[04:34.60]Saying "I had it all along"
[04:37.89]Doug, saw this, he just screws his hands up into his face
[04:41.59]Forces them to his side
[04:43.76]Shaking, grating his teeth, groaning
[04:47.71]Moving off slowly, muttering "fuuuuuuuu(ck)"
[04:51.90]"Fuuuuuuuu(ck)" Oh no, my number will be on her phone
[04:57.70]They’ll know
[04:59.44]I need to get round there and delete the calls
[05:03.83]So it
[05:06.46]Out of the strong, came forth sweetness
[05:16.36]It says that on the tins of Lyle’s Golden Syrup
[05:18.93]Have you ever noticed that?
[05:20.20]It has a picture of a lion, dead
[05:21.64]Surrounded by bees, buzzing around
[05:23.50]And feasting on the lion’s innards
[05:25.27]It is from a Biblical story
[05:26.29]Someone was going somewhere
[05:27.42]Saw the lion dead in the sunshine
[05:29.00]And carried on
[05:30.10]On his way back
[05:30.97]The bees had started to form a hive within the lion
[05:34.42]And were creating honey
[05:36.34]Hence out of the strong...
[05:41.17]I have enough here to join her, to join the lion
[05:45.29]I can’t walk around the block once more, again
[05:52.00]I’ve been doing that for years, and I have never escaped
[05:57.87]I don’t even know why I’m doing it
[06:01.57]I’m going nowhere, like those snails, except out the window
[06:10.00]The streets are full of mercenary eyes
[06:12.54]Veins full of evil serum
[06:16.00]90 degrees from window
[06:18.88]Right down to its gables
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And now for the third part of four-part late night tales story
Flat of Angles
Written by Simon Cleary
And read by me Benendict Cumberbatch
I just can't access my thoughts
Or put them into words
I think now my brain recycle been awaiting deletion
Still no reply to my text, I send to its...
Oh, let me see
9:48, and it's now 10 o'clock
She hasn't texted to me in response
To my imploring, longing, yearning message
Full of wiring sudden grief
Thus, morning!
How are you?
I enjoyed our journey in the dark so can't wait last night!
Back at my place, looking forward to the gig tonight
What time can you get there?
Where is Rhythem Factory?
Have a great day!
Kiss
As many questions as possible all crying out for response
Surface lightness, reflective even
Asking after, referring to events our showing her I'm thinking of her
The kiss bow
That was contemplative for a good five minutes althought we held hands briefly
Near McDonald's on the Earl's Court Road last night
I don't know that was to forward the kiss, too presumptuous now
But, her touch, sent a clean electric impulse through me
Up my mind, into my brain
It cuts through the K, the sodium light
The rain I longed to protect her from my arms
Now he's check of the message this phone results
A little clutch of pain somewhere of the sanity is heart
The snails are climbing all over the wall in my bathroom
There is a bush outside the window
When it rains if I've left the window open
Which I need to, sometimes 
They crawl in
The iridescent tracery they leave on 
Unknown journey sparkles in the bob light
I take a Tesco-bag glove and gather them
Bundle them out the window
My time spend with you before the war
She said she was going to Spain, hoped it wouldn’t rain
Heard it wouldn’t rain. I wanted to go too
She said she was a solo traveler
But it was her rule
She goes on journeys alone
With plenty to read
Recommend some books, so that perhaps a thought of me would go with her
Perhaps I am the only thought she had
Or more probably, she never thought of me, as I did of her
I wanted to say these things
But there was always a wall around me
I could never tell people how much they meant to me
I could tell others how much I hated some people
But could never even tell a friend I appreciated their company
Until I’d had 10 cans, then it would descend into a stereotypical drunken
“You’re my best mate, you are.” 
So we opened that bottle of absinthe, and sat on the couch
I knocked a copy of The Face onto the floor
The Face 
And cleared away a few cans with my boots
We turned to face each other there
An my knee touched hers
I looked at our knees together
Hers at the top of the black leather boots, hidden in grey woollen tights
With little bobbles on them
Her knee moved imperceptibly away
But I felt it
I looked up to her face
As she said “Drink a shot with me, and look me in the eye as you do.”
We did
I didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol
But her eyes gave me a warm glow
I was swallowed by them
As she swallowed the green liquid
I couldn’t get enough
We did it again and again
Rinse, then repeat
As needed
Well, we were fabric for a drama bass night
We were about to bow about four
Just getting our coats, when we were
Tim getting some sorts of trouble
With the coat room attendant, he lost his ticket
She said "we'd have to wait until the end to get the coat
So we had to sit outside
By the meat market, in the freezing cold
At least wear our coats
Until 8, when it was finally over
Tim's was only coat hanging around in the middle of this desert
And then Tim, put his hand, in his jeans' pocket
And pulls out a sweat rubbish ruffled ticket
Saying "I had it all along"
Doug, saw this, he just screws his hands up into his face
Forces them to his side
Shaking, grating his teeth, groaning
Moving off slowly, muttering "fuuuuuuuu(ck)"
"Fuuuuuuuu(ck)" Oh no, my number will be on her phone
They’ll know
I need to get round there and delete the calls
So it
Out of the strong, came forth sweetness
It says that on the tins of Lyle’s Golden Syrup
Have you ever noticed that?
It has a picture of a lion, dead
Surrounded by bees, buzzing around
And feasting on the lion’s innards
It is from a Biblical story
Someone was going somewhere
Saw the lion dead in the sunshine
And carried on
On his way back
The bees had started to form a hive within the lion
And were creating honey
Hence out of the strong...
I have enough here to join her, to join the lion
I can’t walk around the block once more, again
I’ve been doing that for years, and I have never escaped
I don’t even know why I’m doing it
I’m going nowhere, like those snails, except out the window
The streets are full of mercenary eyes
Veins full of evil serum
90 degrees from window
Right down to its gables
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