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Part One
"Aim high or put the shreddies away":
It was Neville's birthday. Neville would have revelled in this fact if it weren't for the opposing force of the mind numbing pain he had in his side.
Unable to recall the previous evening, or indeed, recognise his surroundings with any real clarity, Neville suspected he'd been drinking.
Disorientated and in pain upon waking usually meant the previous evening had been spent poisoning himself. However, there was one clear problem with this theory that was starting to dawn on Neville. The pain seemed a little misplaced.
It wasn't entirely out of the question for the pain of a hangover to have chosen to manifest itself in an alternative point on Nevilles person.It was a little odd that it would choose such a specific site on the left of his body.
The street that Neville was lying on suddenly began to take on a little more focus. It still wasn't exactly recognisable to Neville, he still had no idea where he was, but at least he now knew that it was a street.
From his vantage point, he could see a road. Off to one side he could see a grimy curb. If he moved his eyes upward, he could make out rows of houses that formed a still unrecognisable street. It seemed Neville was lying face down on the road, slightly to one side of it, with plenty of room for cars to pass. That was good. It meant he wouldn't have to move just yet.
He wasn't sure why, but he really didn't like the idea of moving very much.
Maybe he'd turn over in a minute. Yes, turn over and see what kind of day it was. It looked cloudy from where he was, but there could be a wealth of blue sky above him that he as yet unable to see.
He tossed the pros and cons of turning over around in his head for a bit. Then decide, for the sake of interest, he would turn over.
As he was about to shift his weight a voice came from somewhere above and behind him;
"Crikey Nev, what happened?"
"Aim high or put the shreddies away":
It was Neville's birthday. Neville would have revelled in this fact if it weren't for the opposing force of the mind numbing pain he had in his side.
Unable to recall the previous evening, or indeed, recognise his surroundings with any real clarity, Neville suspected he'd been drinking.
Disorientated and in pain upon waking usually meant the previous evening had been spent poisoning himself. However, there was one clear problem with this theory that was starting to dawn on Neville. The pain seemed a little misplaced.
It wasn't entirely out of the question for the pain of a hangover to have chosen to manifest itself in an alternative point on Nevilles person.It was a little odd that it would choose such a specific site on the left of his body.
The street that Neville was lying on suddenly began to take on a little more focus. It still wasn't exactly recognisable to Neville, he still had no idea where he was, but at least he now knew that it was a street.
From his vantage point, he could see a road. Off to one side he could see a grimy curb. If he moved his eyes upward, he could make out rows of houses that formed a still unrecognisable street. It seemed Neville was lying face down on the road, slightly to one side of it, with plenty of room for cars to pass. That was good. It meant he wouldn't have to move just yet.
He wasn't sure why, but he really didn't like the idea of moving very much.
Maybe he'd turn over in a minute. Yes, turn over and see what kind of day it was. It looked cloudy from where he was, but there could be a wealth of blue sky above him that he as yet unable to see.
He tossed the pros and cons of turning over around in his head for a bit. Then decide, for the sake of interest, he would turn over.
As he was about to shift his weight a voice came from somewhere above and behind him;
"Crikey Nev, what happened?"
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Part One
"Aim high or put the shreddies away":
It was Neville's birthday. Neville would have revelled in this fact if it weren't for the opposing force of the mind numbing pain he had in his side.
Unable to recall the previous evening, or indeed, recognise his surroundings with any real clarity, Neville suspected he'd been drinking.
Disorientated and in pain upon waking usually meant the previous evening had been spent poisoning himself. However, there was one clear problem with this theory that was starting to dawn on Neville. The pain seemed a little misplaced.
It wasn't entirely out of the question for the pain of a hangover to have chosen to manifest itself in an alternative point on Nevilles person.It was a little odd that it would choose such a specific site on the left of his body.
The street that Neville was lying on suddenly began to take on a little more focus. It still wasn't exactly recognisable to Neville, he still had no idea where he was, but at least he now knew that it was a street.
From his vantage point, he could see a road. Off to one side he could see a grimy curb. If he moved his eyes upward, he could make out rows of houses that formed a still unrecognisable street. It seemed Neville was lying face down on the road, slightly to one side of it, with plenty of room for cars to pass. That was good. It meant he wouldn't have to move just yet.
He wasn't sure why, but he really didn't like the idea of moving very much.
Maybe he'd turn over in a minute. Yes, turn over and see what kind of day it was. It looked cloudy from where he was, but there could be a wealth of blue sky above him that he as yet unable to see.
He tossed the pros and cons of turning over around in his head for a bit. Then decide, for the sake of interest, he would turn over.
As he was about to shift his weight a voice came from somewhere above and behind him;
"Crikey Nev, what happened?"
"Aim high or put the shreddies away":
It was Neville's birthday. Neville would have revelled in this fact if it weren't for the opposing force of the mind numbing pain he had in his side.
Unable to recall the previous evening, or indeed, recognise his surroundings with any real clarity, Neville suspected he'd been drinking.
Disorientated and in pain upon waking usually meant the previous evening had been spent poisoning himself. However, there was one clear problem with this theory that was starting to dawn on Neville. The pain seemed a little misplaced.
It wasn't entirely out of the question for the pain of a hangover to have chosen to manifest itself in an alternative point on Nevilles person.It was a little odd that it would choose such a specific site on the left of his body.
The street that Neville was lying on suddenly began to take on a little more focus. It still wasn't exactly recognisable to Neville, he still had no idea where he was, but at least he now knew that it was a street.
From his vantage point, he could see a road. Off to one side he could see a grimy curb. If he moved his eyes upward, he could make out rows of houses that formed a still unrecognisable street. It seemed Neville was lying face down on the road, slightly to one side of it, with plenty of room for cars to pass. That was good. It meant he wouldn't have to move just yet.
He wasn't sure why, but he really didn't like the idea of moving very much.
Maybe he'd turn over in a minute. Yes, turn over and see what kind of day it was. It looked cloudy from where he was, but there could be a wealth of blue sky above him that he as yet unable to see.
He tossed the pros and cons of turning over around in his head for a bit. Then decide, for the sake of interest, he would turn over.
As he was about to shift his weight a voice came from somewhere above and behind him;
"Crikey Nev, what happened?"