tales from an ordinary world

2001-03-06b

"run for the shadows
in these golden years"
David Bowie

A man in his generic work clothing walks down the street, past tall buildings tall grey buildings, with small windows. It's all looking rather ominous.

overhead, a plane flies low, across the street, at a particular angle that looks good on film.

Somewhere close by in an alley, a small dog aimlessly snuffles around in some rubbish. A girl skips rope, watching the dog.

A voice-over starts up, the kind of voice that sounds like it wants to tell you how much of a better life you'll have if you'll just hand your money over to some anonymous company or other. But this time, the voice just reads out random numbers, between 1 and 100.

The participants walk, snuffle and skip onwards, waiting for their number to come up...