This is just a daft idea I had today so I decided to write it down now rather than later.

Unbelievable!!

He’d never dared to venture this high before so the new ultra enhanced view was coming as quite a revelation. From here he could look down on all of the rooftops and that of course opened up numerous possibilities for the future.

The breeze hitting him from the back made him steady himself for a while and he remarked on how much more powerful the airflow seemed at this height. “Probably imagination” he thought as he got himself comfortable and began to survey the scene below him. “Probably just feeling a little vulnerable due to the height” he tried to reassure himself.

Wonderful!! he could see the whole of Clumber Street, not just the usual half view he was accustomed to, he began showing off with his new found vantage point by trying to assess how many of the women needed to re-dye their roots and how many of the men were heading toward baldness.  “Maybe this wasn’t such a good vantage point after all” he thought as it occurred to him that the vast array of available hairstyles punctuated with highlights and lowlights of varying shades and intensities made it impossible to give an accurate assessment on the female side of his game.

He decided to rotate a few degrees and look up Pelham Street instead, now here was a sight!!.

Three drunks were making their way down the street displaying all the poise and grace of a hamstrung camel and making only limited progress as they attempted to follow a reasonably straight line. Occasionally one of them would stumble or fall and let loose a string of profanity which was luckily fairly indistinct in linguistic terms and to a young and impressionable child may well have seemed as if unstable Norse tourists had been let loose on the streets of Nottingham.

Eventually they did manage to wend their way to the end and carry on down by the side of the council house to unleash themselves on an unsuspecting public enjoying the warm weather in slab square.

Another few degrees rotation enabled him to look along the trendy Bridlesmith Gate and to criticise how people dressed and try to match up how a person dressed currently to a prediction of which trendy shop they were liable to enter. He soon decided he really did have far too much time to waste and looked for another diversion.

He looked around at all of the development which was taking place and began to feel the pain again, this was his City and he was being denied an existence within it. He didn’t want all of the new trendy apartments, the big shiny office blocks or the mainly glass structures which did nothing in the name of architecture in his view.

His new view showed him the destruction from a much bigger perspective and he now wondered whether the discovery of the new vantage point was actually good at all. Maybe he would have to do something to show his displeasure.

With that thought, he pulled himself up to his full height and stood on the sloping roof tiles. The steep slope made him walk forward a couple of steps and as he did so he built up momentum which sent him toward the edge. As he neared the edge he opened up his wings, glided to the spot on Clumber Street which he had been eyeing and tucked in to the discarded end of a BLT sandwich from Pret. He had always liked Pret sandwiches.