What do you want?

I finally managed to negotiate a meeting with the agency who've been playing silly buggers. And the outcome? I'm no further on. If I hadn't bothered my hole I'd be no worse off. Now I'm not saying it was a complete waste of time, I mean I got to see the new public art in Cornmarket. Hurrah! Culture saved the day! I bet you that's not a claim you'll often hear about sculptures anywhere, let alone Belfast. 

There's a pattern to these chats with agencies. They asked the usual things. When the "what do you want?" question rolled into view I was tempted to say "I want to see me stretch forth my hand again and command the stars. I want a rebirth of glory, a renaissance of power. I want to stop running through my life like a man late for an appointment, afraid to look back or to look forward. I want to be what I used to be! I want it all back, the way that it was.*"

But I didn't. Anyway they promised to put some feelers out and swore on a big pile of Bibles that they'd be in touch. 

So that'll be the last I'll ever hear from them then. 

 *If I'd replied "I'd like to live just long enough to be there when they cut off your head and stick it on a pike as a warning to the next ten generations that some favours come with too high a price" it would have been more appropriate. Yes I'm re-watching Babylon 5. Again.