My memory is quite odd. I recall for example the exact size and shape and content of the table i was sticking a drop shadow around yesterday evening at work, but I can’t for the life of me remember for which client it was, or whether it was an internal project or what. I can’t remember the name or anything. And pretty soon the memory of what I did will fade as well, so by tomorrow I wouldn’t be able to tell you even that it was a table I was working on, never mind anything else.
Wednesday evening I went to go see the new Pirates of the Caribbean movie, but due to various complicated events I ended up having to hang around in borders in Angel for an hour. Oh, oh, a quick tangent – why is it the Anthony Trollope book I really really want to read is £15, and the one I’m not fussed about is £1.99? I asked the counter dude, but he said that it’s only the really popular classics that get mass-printed and cheaply priced. I’m not sure I approve really, people should be encouraged to read all the classics not just the super popular ones. Barbican library doesn’t have a copy of it either.
Anyway, I passed the kids section and saw a copy ofthe Faraway Tree by Enid Blyton – idly opened it on a random page, and I realised they’d changed the girl’s name “Fanny” to “Franny”. Because, like, of course kids are going to… what? It means something else in this day and age, but not to children. It’s just a name, for goodness sake.
The longwinded point I’m making is that I can remember a character’s name from a book which I read … hmmm… must be about 15 years ago now – in perfect detail, and yet I can’t remember, for example, what I did at work the day before yesterday. Why is this?