posted on Aug, 4 2009 @ 02:47 PM
Julie walked along the dusty street towards the glass-blower's work-shop. The late summer sun beams dappled the street and made shadows in the
corners. Julie was excited, today she was going to set her Plan in motion. The Plan that had been germinating in her mind all through the summer,
ever since she had seen the Corn Circles on the television news.
She hugged herself to contain her excitement and smiled at a large ginger cat who lay basking in a sun-beam. He smiled back lazily, then paid great
attention to washing his paw leaving Julie in no doubt that she was no longer of interest. “Silly old cat” thought Julie “Soon the whole world
will be interested in me.”
Eventually she found herself on the glass-blower's thresh-hold. Taking a deep breath she went in, she knew her request would be outrageous but if
the man was intrigued enough he would make her the biggest glass bubble the world had ever seen.
Intrigued, Mario the glass-blower accepted the commission.
A few weeks later, very early on a misty Autumn morning, Mario drew up to Hyde Park in an enormous hired lorry. His very precious cargo was under a
tarpaulin and anchored very securely. He looked at his passenger who was jiggling with excitement. Eyes sparkling, she urged him to drive into the
Several hours later London woke up. Everything seemed as normal. Until a couple of startled joggers came across the Object in the Park. There in the
middle of the wide open green space was an enormous clear glass bubble.
Hardly able to believe it was actually there they trotted over for a closer look. The air was still misty and dew sparkled on the grass. Birds and the
odd little squirrel had started to wake up, none suspecting the events that were about to shatter their tranquility.
The joggers jogged. The birds twittered. The squirrels searched for nuts. The mist started to clear, and the dew disappeared. Julie, sitting in the
middle of her glass bubble, had observed all this and sat contentedly waiting to be discovered. Which, of course, she now was.
The two joggers looked at her and started to make signs, Julie ignored them. She sat gazing into space with a supercilious expression on her face,
which was actually the only expression she could manage consumed as she was by a fit of the giggles.
She bit her lip and stared intently into the middle distance. The joggers tried shouting and making faces, and then being men, resorted to the kind of
crude comments women have come to expect when confronted with Men In The Throes of Inadequacy.
After a short while the joggers were joined by other early morning visitors to the Park. They too were fascinated by Julie in her Bubble. Some tried
yelling at her in foreign languages. One or two propositioned her. Most agreed the police should be called in. One decided there was money to be made
here and quietly went to tip off the Press.
Ever obliging, the Press duly turned up. One or two reporters and a photographer at first, then the Television News. The by-stander who had telephoned
the papers tried to do a deal with the reporters. He soon found out it wasn't going to be very lucrative informing the press about something that was
happening in such a public place.
He thought of offering a bruise on his shin to one of the tabloids to photograph, but while he was deciding which was the better story: I got kicked
by a Giant Tabloid Reporter, or: I acquired this bruise whilst walking into a Giant Glass Bubble, the Girl in the Bubble rose out of her seat and
appeared to be addressing the assembled muck-rakers.
Julie had planned this very carefully. She looked for all the world as if she had something important to impart to the crowd. She signed and
gesticulated eloquently. Everyone watched her every move, and everyone came to the same conclusion. None of them could understand any of it. Julie
contrived to look disappointed and wondered how she was going to keep this up all day.
More easily than she'd imagined as it turned out. Sitting in her Bubble observing humanity at close quarters was quite an eye-opener. They seemed to
be a lot more pre-occupied with the impression they were making on her than she was with the impression she was making on them.
Sometimes it was disturbing. There were people in the crowd who were so awe-struck they reacted to her as if she was a Goddess. Most worrying of all
was the fact that these people were in the majority.
The few who feigned only amused interest or out-right scepticism became more and more out-numbered as the day wore on. Julie began to fear that it
wasn't going to be as easy to walk away from this little wheeze as she had imagined.
She would have to sit tight until night-fall and hope to escape in the dark. Cold as it was for October her audience had shown no signs of going
anywhere. They all stood and waited.
At home, Mario was watching the event on television. it had made headlines in the Evening Papers and now here it was on the Nine o'clock news. He
watched again at Ten o' clock. Still the same thing: Julie cutting an enigmatic figure, swathed in Silver Foil and sitting in her Glass Bubble in
the middle of Hyde Park. People being interviewed and asked where they thought she came from.
Mario listened incredulously to some of the theories. One or two people even claimed to have seen something falling out of the sky earlier in the
day. No-one even hinted that they thought it might be a hoax. People just would not believe that something so incredible might all be the work of a
mischievous girl who had seen the programme on the Corn Circles and had simply wanted to test people's gullibility.
Mario started to wonder at the wisdom of being sworn to secrecy on this. It could have been a marvellous advertisement for his business. He sighed.
Looking at all the trouble it was causing it might be a good thing to keep quiet after all.
Back at Hyde Park Julie started to put the next stage of the plan into operation. She stood up and moved to the secret door in the Bubble. This was a
cleverly conceived revolving door. It only worked if two people used it at the same time. One on the outside and one on the inside.
Then the person on the inside of the Bubble would be out and free, and the person coming in from the outside would be in the Bubble and trapped. Of
course the unsuspecting newcomer wouldn't know this and would be left with the task of persuading another innocent to take their place.
Julie had a distinct advantage over the next occupant of the Bubble. Everyone wanted to get inside to talk to her.
Smiling, she beckoned a reporter to the door. At last, after waiting all day in the cold some-one was about to get their scoop. Julie stepped into her
side of the revolving door and flicked her switch. The outside part of the door opened and without a moment's hesitation her news-hound stepped in.
Julie took a step forward into the night. Her puzzled would-be interviewer found himself projected into the Bubble. Trapped.
The next bit was going to be tricky for Julie. She had to disappear before anyone could grab her. Fortunately they were all so wary of her, no-one
would come too close. Inside the Bubble the reporter was starting to shout for help. Taking a deep breath Julie released a couple of small smoke bombs
and unfurled the black velvet cloak she had carried under her 'space-suit'. By the time the smoke cleared she was slipping unnoticed into the
darkness of the park.
The media's attention was now on Joe Reporter who was frantically trying to get out of Julie's Glass Bubble. He was a reasonably intelligent man and
soon realized how he had been tricked. Now all he had to do was trick another sap into taking his place. How to do it?