Here’s a random and rather mysterious tale for you folks. Just the other day, I was at a local bar with a few friends. It was much like any other evening; we were sipping a couple of cocktails, recounting our adventures, falling over ourselves with laughter and half-drunkenly meditating on the meaning of life (a scientist once told me it’s 42 by the way). But then something truly strange happened. Read on to hear my story and please make a comment with your guess at the end!
I left my friends for a minute to grab a fresh drink from the bar upstairs. It was when I reached the top that I noticed the Barman for the 1st time. He was a rather dapper gent wearing a freshly pressed suit and braces. He felt somehow out of place in the modern interior, like a ghost from former times dropped through the roof into the 21st century. The hazy lighting and smoke wafting in from the ventilator outside only added to the whole air of Film Noir.
When I reached him, he turned his back to me. Then he said the following words slowly into the air, as if to no-one in particular:
“We’ve met before haven’t we?”
(It felt like ‘Lost Highway’ if I think about it now…). Well, I didn’t know what to reply. I certainly couldn’t remember ever meeting this strange fellow before. He seemed totally out of place and I’m sure I would have recalled it if I’d ever laid eyes on him before. But I’d also had a couple of drinks and wasn’t sure if my hearing was tricking me somehow. So I chose to ignore the comment.
“Please can I have a Gin Tonic?”
“You’re hanging by a thread”, he replied.
“You asked for a Gin Tonic, Sir?”
“Yes, sorry, I did. A Gin Tonic would be great”
How bizarre! (but more bizarre was yet to come). The Barman acted as though he’d never said the last two sentences. Maybe I’d just misheard him I thought, as he finished pouring my drink and passed it over the bar to me.
“Thanks for the drink”, I said as I began walking away from him.
“Thank me later” The Barman answered.
I was extremely confused and began to hurry away from the bar. But in my rush to get away from this surreal encounter, I tripped on my shoelaces which had somehow become loose. And in the next second I flew through the air and up over the railing on the stairs. Luckily, before it was too late I grabbed onto one of the rails and clung on. I stared down and there were my friends looking up at me – smiling and seemingly unconcerned by my temporary misfortune.
So there I was, dangling above my friends, almost by a thread. And there they were, staring right back up at me as if nothing had happened. It was at this moment that I noticed something intriguing in the scene which seemed to make everything clear. Was it something to do with the Barman? Or was it something to do with my friends? Well, I’m afraid I can’t tell you yet!
The Challenge For You…
All I can say is all this relates to a brand new Lomographic secret which I cannot disclose. And as a clue for you: When the Barman said “We’ve met before” he was right (kind of). For now, I’d love for you to take a guess about what’s on the way and comment with it. We will even be awarding 20 Piggy Points to the 10 people who make the funniest and craziest guesses about what could be on the way as part of our mystery stories (don’t worry about them having to be true!). And please share the news of my story with your friends; who knows, perhaps then it will be easier to work out the secret. Hopefully my tales will become less cryptic in the coming days! I look forward to hearing what you think…