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You'd think after 58 years of living almost exclusively in it that I would be used to the British weather, but I was astonished this afternoon to find myself caught up in a hail storm in late March. Where the Hell did that come from?
Meteorologists claim the sky, but what do they know?
Luckily I was in my car so was safe from this icy assault from unknown attackers. But I was on my way to pick up the kids from school. Would I be able to get from the car to the pick up point and back without serious ice-based injury.
Of course I would, because although the hail storm was intense enough to settle and also clog my windscreen with ice, by the time I arrived at the school the sun was out and all ice had melted and no one would have believed me if I told them what I had just seen. Apart from anyone who had been in the same area as me who would probably have seen it or at least heard it.
Whoever is running the simulation we're in fucked up and pressed the wrong button there. Am I right? I wouldn't like to be in their shoes. Because what they don't know is that they are also part of a simulation. They think that just because they're in charge of a simulation that they are real, but that's just a clever trick from the people in charge of the real simulation. Though not that clever, because it makes those people constantly worry that they too are just imaginary creations inside yet another simulation.
They are right to worry too, because they are. And I know because I am the one running that simulation. Even though our reality is a simulation in a simulation in a simulation. I am still running it all from here.
And there's no way I am in a simulation. Apart from the simulation that I've created that has the people I am simulating have the people that they are simulating, simulate us.
Now I can't work out who did the first simulating. It'd be weird if we're all just simulating everything and nothing is real.
But not as weird as hail in late March. Come on. That's screwed up.
Rehearsals for Educating Rita which is now less than a month away, are going OK. I thought I had learned the first scene (which is quite long) but on doing it today I realised I hadn't learned it. But hopefully by the time the rehearsal was over I had learned it. There are quite a lot of scenes though and so I am quite scared, but maybe I can just take a fake gun on with me and if I get to a point where I can't remember what comes next I can shoot Rita and say that's the end of the play. The three minute play.
