Day 60: I See A Helicopter

My mother often tells me I suffer from false memory syndrome. Not always fair, to be frank, but I am very attached to a story I tell if I'm trying to make people think I'm clever. It's not particularly complicated; I just say: "well THAT'S all well and good, but MY first word was HELICOPPER". When I see it written down, it is patently untrue. But I really and truly believe it, even if I did make it up in my head.

We hear helicopters going overhead in Brixton quite a lot (millionaires going to Harrods, I think), but I've never seen one parked up in the street. But I did the other day, just before the roundabout with the church on at the bottom of Brixton Hill. And as I walked past it I said: "Oh! Look! There's a helicopper!", out loud, with my mouth, in the street, to myself, and some people heard.

Hey ho.