Slave by Eli Standing

Author:Eli Standing
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2018-01-07T14:00:00+00:00

Sunday July 12th – 7:30am

I didn’t sleep all that well last night. I kept tossing and turning, only I just couldn’t get comfortable. I also had to get up twice to take a piss. I suppose it’s possible I drank too much coffee yesterday. Coffee doesn’t usually affect me that way, only on my last trip into Loddon I bought a different brand to the one I normally use, and I think it may contain more caffeine. In any case, I must try and remember not to drink it after midday, because it seriously messes me up when I don’t get a good night’s rest. I tend to get extremely irritable, and I find it a lot harder to focus.

I also failed to return to the cell to collect Jenny’s tray like I said I would. Although that was mainly because some triple-bill of old Hitchcock movies started to play on one of the Freeview channels, and I decided to watch them all. First they showed The Man Who Knew Too Much; the original 1934 version, which I much prefer. Then Jamaica Inn (1939) starring Charles Laughton. And finally they showed Rebecca (1940) with Laurence Olivier and Joan Fontaine. Great stuff. I love all of those old black and white movies; they have so much atmosphere. In fact, I actually prefer them to the more modern stuff; especially most of the dull, unimaginative, homogenised crap that Hollywood seems to churns out these days. All of those moronic comic book type movies, populated with cartoon-like characters imbued with supernatural powers so ridiculously far-fetched that it stretches an audience’s “suspension of disbelief” beyond breaking point; and in the process kills any chance of them establishing an emotional bond with any of the characters. They also always seem to culminate with a scene involving a large congregation of people clapping and cheering the hero. Like that ever happens in real life. What utter shit.

No, I’d much rather watch a good story that’s rooted in gritty reality any day of the week over some lightweight piece of escapism masquerading as entertainment. I think the reason I prefer films that are rooted in real life is because real life stories are always infinitely more powerful and memorable. I’m talking about stories that introduce us to complex characters. Ones that attempt to explore why people think the way they do, or behave the way they do, or get up to the weird, wonderful, or just plain strange and bizarre things that they do. Because that’s always going to be significantly more engaging than some special effects driven piece of shite that offers people no tangible connection with the human condition. Or at least that’s my opinion.

As soon as I’ve finished taking my morning shower, I head straight down to my living room, because I suddenly have this overwhelming urge to review a few of my old recordings. I’m talking about the ones I made of previous guests, because it’s sometimes helpful to compare the behaviour of one subject to another.

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