Evidence that, should you lose a family pet, I may be of little use to you
No lie, people. I, and the world of Alice in Wonderland, had just collided, and I was in my own version of a surreal fantasy experience, the like of which I could never have imagined, especially as my name is Fran and I live in the West Midlands in England and don't know the location of the nearest rabbit hole.
What ripping fun! Time to play!
So, what to do next? The woman still has her hand on my arm - (Note: I
Oh. My. Word. I. Am. So. Excited.
'No, I haven't,' I say to her, all breathy with asthma and joy, 'No, but I just passed a Queen wearing ridiculous clothes and far too much blue eyeshadow and carrying a pig? Is that any help?'
|The moment Helena Bonham-Carter realised that playing the part of the Queen of Hearts in a Tim Burton film|
was bound to place some odd demands on one
The woman looking for the White Rabbit looks puzzled. 'Er, no,' she says. 'I'm just looking for a White Rabbit. It's running around here somewhere. Have you seen it?'
Brilliant! I think. She's still playing along. She wants more! How spiffing it is when you meet a soulmate like this, who doesn't mind standing in the street and just BASKING in the world of the imagination. I wanted to hug her, but I hung back. One doesn't like to disconcert people.
'No, I haven't seen the White Rabbit,' I say, 'but I HAVE seen a strange man whose hair has been electrocuted and who's obviously read that article in Vogue that says having the price tag 'accidentally' displayed on your new hat will impress your friends ... '