The Man With the Big Idea

HOMESICK....He took his little bag from under the bed,the one he had carried from his little home in the north.He remembered his farewell and how his mother had said that they would rent his room out..."not much point in gannin hame then Micky son"he said to himself.He tipped the empty bag upside down and out fell a clump of grey fluff..Micky remembered at once the angel and all that..and as he told himself that he must be a twat to believe such stuff could have happened and generally berate himself he fiddled with the wool that he had plucked from the bracken on that lonely hillside and almost unconciously he began to weave the fibres together..We will never know how it came to be,,maybe it was his marijuana intoxication..maybe it was the dreadful homesick feelingor maybe it was being rejected by Lil..We will never know but suffice it to saythat after about an hour Micky had in his hand a piece of fabric fashioned from sheeps wool..It was a triangle shape with the shortest side being five inches long..He looked at it and was just remembering the instructions that the Angel had given him when the light in the room went out,,it was dark,Micky felt a degree of panic for a second then a few degrees of terror as a glowing white light,the same as a candle flame in lustre,began to develop at the end of his bed,,then,,there,right in front of him was the same Angel.."How man micky"it said..Micky was speechless with terror..you can put one event like this down to illusion or being drunk or something but when it happens again one begins to become a bit more convinced.."You have accomplished your task Micky man and done well,,now your real task begins for you are chosen,Micky man and there is no escape from the arrow of destiny Micky man"..Micky stuttered,,"chosen??wwwhat do you mean like??"...The Angel seemed to hesitate as if it was about to do something that could have very very serious consequences,,then it spoke again.."You must first realize what you have achieved Micky man,,to do this do as i tell you,,make a cut in the raiment you have fashioned ,,cut a slit from one inch below the top or five inch side to one and a half inches above the point of the triangle..Do this now Micky so that i can be assured that this will be aright"...Micky crept to the bathroom and found a razor blade which he took back to his room..sounds of passion still coming from Lil,s boudoir..the Angel still hovering at the foot of his bed as Micky carefully slit the woollen triangle as instructed.."good work Micky man"said the Angel.."now Micky remove your trousers and pants"..Micky was horrified,was this Angel just a crafty version of Siggy??but he found that he couldnt disobey the luminous being and he stripped below the waist..Micky was now very very afraid.."Nom Micky man,use this astral adhesive to stick the raiment you have woven here",pointing towards Micky,s crotch...Micky took a tube of sticky stuff from the angel,,it said on the tube,,HIGHLY ADHESIVE ECTOPLASMIC GLUE..HANDLE WITH CARE..ONLY TO BE USED UNDER DIRECT SUPERVISION FROM A CELESTIAL BEING....Micky did as he was told and soon had the woolen patch in place..Micky was not blessed with with much pubic hair..it was the main reason,closely followed by his gullibilty ,that Micky was chosen to be the recipient of this new covenant..It looked,well apart from the colour,like pubic hair.."Well done Micky man,,your first task is complete and all will go well from here,,just let events take their course Micky man,,great secrets will be revealed to you because you are chosen Micky man,now go into the world and spread the great news to all men,,but one warning Micky man,,DO NOT USE THIS GIFT FOR PERSONAL GAIN,,IF YOU DO MICKY,THIS WILL LEAD TO YOUR DOWNFALL "..Then,in a flash,the angel was gone,the light came back on in Micky,s room and Micky gripped the sides of his bed half in fear and half in amazement,,for nothing was as it was a few moments before..The room was vibrant with lush colours,the curtains were like velvet drapes studded with jewels,strange patternsseemed to swirl and pulsate on the Axminster carpet..He wondered if he could stand thinking,perhaps,it was some strange reaction to Horace,s cigarette..He stood easily,,he felt as light as a feather,,each step he took round the room seemed like a moon walk,,he felt strong and he felt as a man feels,perhaps,when he is witness to his childs birth..a mixture of ecstasy and ponderous responsibility..Something very strange was happening and that was for sure..He put his trousers on and his shoes and socks then walked out onto the landing..the noises from Lil,s room had stopped and the house was silent..Micky crept downstairs,got his coat,put it on,pulling up the collar to keep out the cold,and opened the front door..Micky had never been out alone in London and he really should have had more caution but Micky felt devoid of caution and he pulled the door shut behind him and stepped out onto the street....