We all know about having a jolt from the blue; a moment of inspiration, a personal epiphany that strikes us from nowhere. It can be as life-changing as realising your true sexual orientation (“waaaaait a minute…the love of musical theatre, my immaculate grooming, the subscription to Bunz Magazine… it is true!”) or as trivial as remembering the name of that damn song that’s been in your head for the past seven years.
They can be special moments indeed, but for mine, nothing beats the bolt’s backward cousin, a dolt from the blue. The brain isn’t quite firing as it should – perhaps we’re tired, have been watching too much commercial TV or we simply work in the public service – and suddenly we’ve taken the orange juice out of the fridge and poured it all over our cornflakes. Or we go to write ‘milk’ on a shopping list only to realise we’ve written the word ‘twat’ as that was the last word you heard.
That split second moment of realisation when your brain indulges in something delightfully silly is one of life’s great joys. It’s like being in your own silent comedy.
ALLAN SKO
