Sherry Cracker Gets Normal. D. Connell J.

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      To my funny, remarkable mother Marion and her accomplice,

       my excellent sister Jocelyn.

      Contents

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      I can now safely say that nothing in life is…

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      I must have had expectations because I was disappointed when…

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      I have seen the man in the fuchsia trench coat…

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      The idea of normality was flashing in my mind’s eye…

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      Someone had been busy while I was in the café.

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      Saturday afternoon began in a damp way with light drizzle…

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      ‘Nigel!’ I said, turning. ‘I didn’t expect to see you…

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      The scene I had witnessed replayed over in my mind…

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      ‘Your future lies in my hands,’ called the woman from…

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      I stopped under the streetlamp at the corner and looked…

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      I awoke with a start, my heart racing. My eyes…

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      ‘Old golfers never die. They just lose their drive,’ read…

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      Roger Bottle did not notice me walk up to his…

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      The bus was moving off when a familiar shade of…

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      Jocelyn stopped outside the door of the Mandarin restaurant and…

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      Nigel nudged me as the number two bus approached the…

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      I circled the pole several times and came to the…

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      As the bus reached the centre of town, I pushed…

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      I felt strangely invigorated as I strode away from the…

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      I looked around but saw no sign of the Dutty.

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      I put my ear to the door and heard a…

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      Herb Alpert’s barks were reverberating inside the stairwell as I…

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      Nigel poked his head in the office and looked around…

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      ‘So it is true,’ I said. ‘You do have a…

      Acknowledgments

      About the Author

      Other Books by D.J. Connell

      Copyright

      About the Publisher

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      I can now safely say that nothing in life is random. Everything that occurs is connected to whatever has gone on before. If I had not visited Industry Drive I would not have seen the sign and taken an interest in the mayoral campaign. The cardboard square had been stapled to a wooden stake: ‘Visit the site of Roger Bottle’s proposed factory. Globcom – providing safe, efficient cleanup solutions.’ I did not follow the arrow because this would have taken me back the way I had come and that was the last thing I wanted to do. The sign had aroused my curiosity and I made a mental note to follow it up.

      I did not always understand the non-random principle. I had to learn it the hard way through a process called the Learning Curve. Apparently, the Learning Curve is a normal part of human experience. This is a comforting fact because, at least in this, I am like other people.

      When I apply the non-random principle to the events of my life, I see them as a linear series of theatre scenes connected by an orange electrical cable that charges the dramatic incidents with confusion and opportunity. To get to the present day, the current has to run through all the earlier scenes, which means the decisions my mother made for me as a child still affect the way things work now.

      It was my mother who chose our family dentist and it was the dentist who put me off power tools for life. The dentist must have been careless because as a young man he lost three fingers to a whirling chainsaw. I do not know how many times I have imagined this accident. I am thinking of it again right now. It happens very fast. The dentist attempts to pick up the power tool by its chain. There is a soft, dirty sound as his fingers fly off. The chainsaw slows and its motor stops. Then there is silence. The dentist looks at what is left of his hand and is very surprised.

      The strange thing about the Learning Curve is that negative events seem to have the most impact. A cup of tea makes me smile but a bump on the head will make me think. That is what I have been doing a lot of lately, thinking. I think something big is going to happen soon. Julius Caesar probably felt the same way before he got a knife in the kidneys. Something is going on in the town. People are disgruntled and restless. There are signs and messages.

      I found another message this morning on my way to work. I was an hour early and had stopped at the Kenneth Williams Memorial Rose Gardens to pass the time. I often go to the gardens before work because my employer does not arrive at the office until nine sharp and I do not have a key. He is very particular about office security and finances and does not believe in giving employees keys or paying overtime. If he finds me waiting in front of the office before nine, he calls me the ‘early cuckoo bird’. It is his habit to repeat this several times as he unlocks the first door’s three German locks while shaking his head. It is not my place to complain or answer back or even to make suggestions. My place is to do as I am told with maximum efficiency and minimum discussion. I understand the necessity of office efficiency but I find the non-discussion rule quite challenging at times.

      My employer’s name is Mr Chin and he was not born in Great Britain. He came here СКАЧАТЬ