The mistletoes revenge wooden toes toe INT - BEDROOM - NIGHT A television set flickers through the damp and disorganised room. A pile of papers are flung over a skarecly luminated desk. VOICE OVER (THOM) Dreams. Self projected of our own video screens, our own world of skattered meaning - our hidden lives. CUT TO: INT - BEDROOM - DAY The morning light flows through the white curtains. An alarm clock activates itself on a neatly arraged table beside the bed. THOMs hand stamps down on it, deactivating the bells. An unshaven leg ploks itself on the patterned carpet. THOM, a middle aged man wearing white night clothes, puts on his rounded spectacles. CUT TO: INT - KITCHEN - DAY THOM, now fully dressed in a suit and bowler hat, sits at the table, eating a cooked breakfast. He browses through the morning newspaper. The turning of pages accomponying the persistant clicking of a sturdy clock. CUT TO: In comes a donkey with a turnip tied to it�s leg. It burps. |
| about oct 2000 half hour job..fully conclusive! |