Resolved Crime

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    Whilst visiting a Museum over the holidays I used the toilets, which in this case were unisex cubicles. Lying on adjacent to the washbasin was a ring, not jewelled or of financial value, possibly even the content of a Christmas Cracker. An embroidered circular face, glistening and plastic, gold and bronze-like. The metal could be expanded to receive digits of varying diameter. Handy. So I took it. I am wearing it now, a quiet signifier.

    So do I commence the year as a thief, a magpie or a recycler?

    I purchased – entirely legally, a book by Ray Robinson entitled The Man Without, and have stolen a few moments to read a few chapters. The story of a transvestite caring for an elderly relative, a book to read in silence and in private. So purchased but requiring the theft of time.

    Whilst watching an Almodovar DVD (Bad Education) my mother turned away in disgust at the actions of one of the transvestite characters. My wife joking (I believe) announced that ‘I had an interest in transvestites’ to which my mother directly responded, ‘Is he a transvestite?’ I chose not to respond but remained focused upon my game.

    My game it appears, remains similar to the last year’s past times. Stealth, Discretion, Avoidance – a suitable title for a future Almodovar flick perhaps? The ring on my right hand feels comfortable as I type.

    Happy New Year.