[00:00.28]And now for the third part of four-part late night tales story[00:03.44]Flat of Angles[00:04.74]Written by Simon Cleary[00:06.10]And read by me Benendict Cumberbatch[00:08.31]I just can't access my thoughts[00:11.80]Or put them into words[00:14.06]I think now my brain recycle been awaiting deletion[00:17.33]Still no reply to my text, I send to its...[00:20.08]Oh, let me see[00:21.85]9:48, and it's now 10 o'clock[00:25.68]She hasn't texted to me in response[00:27.30]To my imploring, longing, yearning message[00:29.72]Full of wiring sudden grief[00:31.44]Thus, morning![00:33.83]How are you?[00:35.08]I enjoyed our journey in the dark so can't wait last night![00:39.22]Back at my place, looking forward to the gig tonight[00:42.03]What time can you get there?[00:43.33]Where is Rhythem Factory?[00:44.95]Have a great day![00:47.47]Kiss[00:50.20]As many questions as possible all crying out for response[00:52.94]Surface lightness, reflective even[00:55.16]Asking after, referring to events our showing her I'm thinking of her[00:59.15]The kiss bow[01:00.56]That was contemplative for a good five minutes althought we held hands briefly[01:05.40]Near McDonald's on the Earl's Court Road last night[01:07.50]I don't know that was to forward the kiss, too presumptuous now[01:11.69]But, her touch, sent a clean electric impulse through me[01:16.37]Up my mind, into my brain[01:21.25]It cuts through the K, the sodium light[01:25.27]The rain I longed to protect her from my arms[01:30.42]Now he's check of the message this phone results[01:33.17]A little clutch of pain somewhere of the sanity is heart[01:38.94]The snails are climbing all over the wall in my bathroom[01:43.68]There is a bush outside the window[01:44.97]When it rains if I've left the window open[01:47.32]Which I need to, sometimes [01:50.29]They crawl in[01:52.86]The iridescent tracery they leave on [01:54.91]Unknown journey sparkles in the bob light[01:57.06]I take a Tesco-bag glove and gather them[02:01.89]Bundle them out the window[02:08.27]My time spend with you before the war[02:14.68]She said she was going to Spain, hoped it wouldn’t rain[02:17.16]Heard it wouldn’t rain. I wanted to go too[02:18.96]She said she was a solo traveler[02:20.83]But it was her rule[02:21.85]She goes on journeys alone[02:23.75]With plenty to read[02:25.20]Recommend some books, so that perhaps a thought of me would go with her[02:28.03]Perhaps I am the only thought she had[02:29.56]Or more probably, she never thought of me, as I did of her[02:33.59]I wanted to say these things[02:35.95]But there was always a wall around me[02:38.12]I could never tell people how much they meant to me[02:40.19]I could tell others how much I hated some people[02:42.09]But could never even tell a friend I appreciated their company[02:45.24]Until I’d had 10 cans, then it would descend into a stereotypical drunken[02:49.44]“You’re my best mate, you are.” [02:51.72]So we opened that bottle of absinthe, and sat on the couch[02:59.58]I knocked a copy of The Face onto the floor[03:04.05]The Face [03:04.75]And cleared away a few cans with my boots[03:06.04]We turned to face each other there[03:07.20]An my knee touched hers[03:10.15]I looked at our knees together[03:12.58]Hers at the top of the black leather boots, hidden in grey woollen tights[03:15.33]With little bobbles on them[03:18.40]Her knee moved imperceptibly away[03:22.91]But I felt it[03:27.13]I looked up to her face[03:28.33]As she said “Drink a shot with me, and look me in the eye as you do.”[03:32.11]We did[03:35.90]I didn’t feel the effect of the alcohol[03:38.77]But her eyes gave me a warm glow[03:43.05]I was swallowed by them[03:45.48]As she swallowed the green liquid[03:48.41]I couldn’t get enough[03:50.84]We did it again and again[03:54.94]Rinse, then repeat[03:58.42]As needed[04:03.03]Well, we were fabric for a drama bass night[04:05.72]We were about to bow about four[04:07.83]Just getting our coats, when we were[04:09.19]Tim getting some sorts of trouble[04:10.89]With the coat room attendant, he lost his ticket[04:12.42]She said "we'd have to wait until the end to get the coat[04:15.72]So we had to sit outside[04:17.14]By the meat market, in the freezing cold[04:19.92]At least wear our coats[04:21.73]Until 8, when it was finally over[04:25.41]Tim's was only coat hanging around in the middle of this desert[04:28.15]And then Tim, put his hand, in his jeans' pocket[04:31.77]And pulls out a sweat rubbish ruffled ticket[04:34.60]Saying "I had it all along"[04:37.89]Doug, saw this, he just screws his hands up into his face[04:41.59]Forces them to his side[04:43.76]Shaking, grating his teeth, groaning[04:47.71]Moving off slowly, muttering "fuuuuuuuu(ck)"[04:51.90]"Fuuuuuuuu(ck)" Oh no, my number will be on her phone[04:57.70]They’ll know[04:59.44]I need to get round there and delete the calls[05:03.83]So it[05:06.46]Out of the strong, came forth sweetness[05:16.36]It says that on the tins of Lyle’s Golden Syrup[05:18.93]Have you ever noticed that?[05:20.20]It has a picture of a lion, dead[05:21.64]Surrounded by bees, buzzing around[05:23.50]And feasting on the lion’s innards[05:25.27]It is from a Biblical story[05:26.29]Someone was going somewhere[05:27.42]Saw the lion dead in the sunshine[05:29.00]And carried on[05:30.10]On his way back[05:30.97]The bees had started to form a hive within the lion[05:34.42]And were creating honey[05:36.34]Hence out of the strong...[05:41.17]I have enough here to join her, to join the lion[05:45.29]I can’t walk around the block once more, again[05:52.00]I’ve been doing that for years, and I have never escaped[05:57.87]I don’t even know why I’m doing it[06:01.57]I’m going nowhere, like those snails, except out the window[06:10.00]The streets are full of mercenary eyes[06:12.54]Veins full of evil serum[06:16.00]90 degrees from window[06:18.88]Right down to its gables[06:26.91]You've been listening to Late Night Tales[06:29.42]Music and stories worth staying up for[06:32.14]