I wish I was hallucinating
Before I disapear under the fug of wine tonight I must quickly chronicle one today's events, one of the weirder moments of recent times.
Picture the scene. Lunchtime. Powersurge standing in the focus of a modern amphitheatre, an architectural feature of the complex where he works.
All around him, people in weird costumes, some good, some not so good... computer game characters, movie characters, lots of spikey-haired anime characters, male and female. Rubber swords, face-plates, ski uniforms(?) the lot.
Powersurge not knowing what the frack is going on, only later discovering that they were part of a local cosplay conference.
Powersurge bouncing around on his mobile phone to Mrs Powersurge, suddenly oblivious to his unusual neighbours, having realised that the institution's webcam is directed at this exact spot. Excitedly blabbering about his surrounding delights, overly animated by the need to attract the wife's attention through the fuzzy chaos of the net connection.
I'm not sure who looked the biggest berk in that amphitheatre today...