“A Rat sits on my keyboard, twitching his nose as I work my fingers around his legs, in and out, sliding over his tail, trying to write this, occasionally he shifts grudgingly if I type the same word over and over again again again again again again again again again again again again, there, he’s done it again.”
I wrote these lines five years ago…about a rat on my keyboard tapping and scratching across the keys, producing a work of such rarity. The rat morphed into Harold and Harold, surprise surprise, had a personality.
He became a vehicle for the things I won’t normally allow myself to say, or couldn’t be bothered saying, or if I did, they would sound plain wrong. But for Harold to say them, then that made a crazy kind of sense.
Most people don’t like rats, me included, but yet Walt Disney conceived of a mouse called Mickey, another rodent, distant cousin of Harold. Or so he claims. So maybe they are not all that bad.
Either way, its seems Harold is here to stay. He has taken up residence in a cosy spot in my brain. Warm, but not too warm, close to my hypothalamus you know how rats are. He has opened a runway to my heart and from this domain he exerts a certain control. I could close him off, indeed smother him with a good wallop of daytime T.V or a steady drip feed of stupid cat videos from YouTube, but to what purpose would that serve? Another life, gone?
He’s quick, versatile with a steady stream of good humored quotes so what’s not to like. He says he’ll behave himself and won’t do anything untoward unless I deserve it.
As I write this, I can already see myself lying face up on the psychiatrist’s couch. The good doctor chews his pen and then breaks the silence
“So tell me about this..hmm…this person called Harold?”
At that point I would sit bolt upright, correct him about Harold being a person (he’s a rat Doctor, important difference) and tell him the exact same thing as I’m telling you -
Go to twitter and follow him there if you want to know about him. I probably won’t be able to supply the doctor a link (unless its in one of those funky films where my finger becomes a whiteboard marker)
But I can to you…here it is ..check it out – Harold on twitter