Chapter three of my fictional work.

Chapter one and chapter two are available to read if you need to catch up

The wisdom of Disney as reminded by being in the same room as the boy watches "Zootropolis."

If you've not seen it, do...

The basic premise is that in a world where predators no longer eat prey (best I can work out they have replaced meat with doughnuts), Judy Hopps wants to become the first "Bunny Cop" in Zootropolis. Typical ups and downs with twists follow.

But this is the exchange that caught me again this morning:

Chapter two of my trying my hand at fiction...

This is assuming you've read "Dystopia: 'Day One...'"

Here's a little something I've started.
I'm not sure it's really my thing, but I decided to try my hand at fiction.
Over the next few weeks I'll upload the opening chapters of a dystopian piece I've started.

Be gentle with me!

The premise:

It's a first-person diary account of a man who becomes obsessed with the notion that he is the central character of a story he doesn't know the plot to. He is fixated with dystopian fantasies and reads himself into the plot. The diary starts as therapy following his release from an asylum, as he is believed to be recovering.
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Different type of update today:
​A few photos.

The "Tour of Britain" cycle race flew through Hucknall today, and went right past the front doors of our church. I took my camera down to take some photos of what we were doing, and also of the race.

​Here are some of the better photos.

I'm a youth worker. It's my job to work with young people. More than that I believe it to be my calling. And normally I think I'm pretty good at it... Except I don't think I'm made for all youth work, not all youth work is the same, and not all youth workers have the same strengths.

The real secret though is this:

I miss having a cassette player in my car. That old-school tape player was great because it was easy to plug my phone through and play Spotify, meaning I had a world of music at my fingertips. My current car is new enough to have a CD player, but not good enough to have an aux input, so I'm back to either Radio 2 or CD's that were purchased between 2002 and 2010.

One such CD that is in the current wallet in my car is Newton Faulkner's "Hand Built by Robots", and this is where my unexpected worship began on Sunday afternoon...

It's been a while since I wrote my Honours dissertation, and nearly as long since I read it, but from memory, I'm still committed to the baseline principle:

We all watch things, and we all need to be able to understand what we're watching.