Part Eight: You Really Couldn’t Have Brought a Gourd?

Now was a very bad time to realise that I wasn’t actually as good under pressure as I’d always thought I was. The four nightmarish products of my psyche strained and struggled in front of me, and I felt panic rising up inside me once again, my courage ebbing with Spidey’s webbing. Then I suddenlyContinue reading “Part Eight: You Really Couldn’t Have Brought a Gourd?”

Part Seven: Playtime’s Over Already?

I couldn’t believe that this twisted, pitiful creature was somehow another version of myself. He looked so sickly and frail, emaciated almost. Those sunken eyes were glazed over, and yet they weren’t completely empty; in fact, as I looked closer I could see a whole host of emotions swirling around in them, every one ofContinue reading “Part Seven: Playtime’s Over Already?”

Part Six: Foul Play, aka Round 1 – Fight!

Another whistle blast pierced the air as the referee rushed angrily towards me, the spotlight continuing to follow him as though guided by an unseen hand, and from his pocket he pulled out a yellow card. He stopped right in front of me, the light now blazing down on us both, holding the card onlyContinue reading “Part Six: Foul Play, aka Round 1 – Fight!”

Part Five: Time for the Obligatory End of Level Boss Battle

The red and white of the now fully-formed big top loomed over me as as I strode towards it, seeming to grow taller and more warped with every step. When I finally reached the entrance, it towered above me like some ancient (stripy) fortress. Holding onto every last shred of the courage that Barry hadContinue reading “Part Five: Time for the Obligatory End of Level Boss Battle”

Part Three: Come One, Come All, Just Don’t Come Today!

What did I just do?! As I watched the fizzling red ball shoot up into the clear blue sky, glancing nervously over at the distant cruise liner and hoping alternately with increasing frequency that someone and no one would see it, something incredible began to happen. The flare kept rising and expanding in an impossibleContinue reading “Part Three: Come One, Come All, Just Don’t Come Today!”

Part One: Which Watson?

So here I am, feeling like Dr Watson. Not Lucy Liu’s sober companion or Jude Law’s rollicking adventurer, or even Ben Kingsley’s master detective… no, I’m talking about Martin Freeman’s understated veteran, thrust reluctantly into cyberspace by his unrelenting therapist as she works to help him overcome what she believes to be PTSD, but whatContinue reading “Part One: Which Watson?”