My Devil Inside

This is an airport departure lounge blip.

There is a man yawning his head off over there but his watery eyes are fixed on me with my phone. I have my Canon round my neck and am sat leaning on my laptop bag trying to look nonchalent. Maybe my moment is coming! He can see the camera around my neck and the fact I am typing enthusiastically with one finger frowning slightly to look engrossed, sending a memo of the utmost importance must trick him into believing he is safe.

I am a top executive involved in matters of national security. I look the business with my severe leather jacket and stern look. Clearly I work for Special Branch, jet setting up and down the country.

Forget the stain on my jeans! You have ruined it all now! I bloody knew I shouldn't eat that Cadbury Flake with its ridiculous crumbly texture! The old TV ads used to show a girl in a white dress eating them looking sexy and sophisticated. The sad reality is that you need your hair tied back wearing a gigantic, plastic baby gro/onesie type thing. I defy you to eat a Flake without getting into a mess! Sigh!

Where was I? Oh yes. The man! He is not paying attention to me at all! Now is my time! *evil laugh*

Excellent! I have caught the perfect look which says 'Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzz blah blah blah' or words to that effect.

I am now on the plane awaiting take off. Mr Blah Zeds is sat in front of me! Little does he know he has Miss Evil behind! I hope I don't know him. Imagine he has become my boss while I was away?

Hmmmm..

Track? Sorry about the wild waffling there. Call it altitude sickness. How about INXS for a change? I love this and it describes me today - Devil Inside