The Runner.

The Runner

Tony Marone gets a job as a runner at the BBC, he is influential, and in fact gains such power and support he goes a little bit Hitler crazy, Tony uses his power to unite the nations of Wales, Scotland and the Republic of Ireland togethor to launch a attack upon the country of his birth England, and then the rest of the world.


So was that his plan all along, to die in the street in Wales, to turn himself into some sort of modern day messiah.
If so how and when did this plan to take over the entire world begin.

All his life tony marone wanted to be famous, he wasn’t too bothered out being rich and famous, tony would happily get rid of the rich as long as he got to keep the famous.
I say all his life, as if the moment he popped out and entered the world as a new human bean he had already begun to harbour aspirations to fame. Surely Tony wouldn’t even have encountered what famous was. How you can you decipher what it is to be a celebrity at the tender age of not yet one year old, in all those gurgles and looks, perhaps. For Tony realised from the off whenever he was in a room he was the centre of everyone’s attention. A little cry here and a little gurgle there and they would come running to his beck and call, this made Tonys eyes twinkle. Throughout his life Tony would always believe he was the centre of the universe and until the day he died his eyes always kept their hypnotic sparkle.

It’s funny but sometimes it’s really easy to forget that in this world there are things that we love to do, for some reason many of our favourite past-times can lay buried within our childhood, of course they will always be there. Locked away somewhere in the back of your mind as memories, just waiting to be found, if only you could picture the key.
It was at the age of 25 that Tony had an epiphany, a life changing moment, have you had one of those, sometimes time will rush by before you realise that years previously something happened or you experienced a moment that would change your life fore-ever. Tonys epiphany changed his life and the life’s of many others forever.
It all begun when he was a boy of six mucking about with an old cassette player.
I say old, it wasn’t that old at all, barely a few years out of the factory, but someone had absent mindeldly, foolishly you might say, left one of those Pixar type desk lamps on, and of course its light and subsequent heat shining upon the radio, which melted.
It didn’t completely melt, only a part of it, on the top where the buttons where, play pause rewind fast forward stop, the side towards the stop button was the one which got melted.
Tony thought it looked better melted anyway, but then he always liked things that looked a bit different. This probably accounts for his taste in women. Although I doubt you’d hear him say that he liked his girls to look like they had been melted, Tony was crazy but in a different way to that. Then again you wouldnt be far wrong if you decided that Tony liked his girls to have melted minds.

Makes you think, that perhaps the reason Tony was able to get as far in life as he did was because of that cassette player that he grew so attached too, no he didn’t graft onto his body, he just loved it, with a child’s love and attention. Perhaps that lamp did more than just melt the player, maybe it somehow parted some of its energy, I’m sure scientists would be laughing into their dusty beards, at that comment even the women, yet is it so farfetched, chemical reactions happen all over the planet all the time, maybe a certain types of lamps light can impart magical properties into whatever it touches, hence the cassette players reaction, melting.
Most things that science explains are very magical, and no matter how many times scientists tell me that no, they are not magical, they are science, it makes me believe that they are magic even more.
For example how does a light bulb work?
Electricity, that’s about as good as I get, but then science was never my subject, yet no matter how far you take it, knowing all you can know about how everything in the world works, there’s still that over-riding factor that for all your wealth of knowledge, life, existence to coin a phrase the universe and everything could really all just be magic, let’s just hope that the sun doesn’t get so hot that the earth melts into a cassette player, if it does lets prayer we can push rewind, or fast forward depending on how you look at it, is the earth half empty or half full, don’t ask china they’ll probably tell you exactly what you want to hear and you wouldn’t like it.

Tony recorded his first ever radio show at the age of six, on cassette tape, it was 1990, and little did he or anyone on the blue and green floating ball of the earth know how technologies would advance in the coming years.
1990 a decade before what would be known as the millennium.

1990’S


For some reason between the ages of 18 and twenty five Tony forgot all about his earlier flings with radio broadcasting. Until one fateful day he had an epiphany, after eating a mushroom sandwich and remembered, and he remembered he loved recording his own radio shows and he laughed.
He thought it would be very funny if he could find the old tapes, where would they be, surely they’d be chucked out with oh so much junk that had departed from the attic in his parents house over the years, where did it all go, landfill sites, would the landfill workers listen to the taped radio shows of children without any inhibitions surely not, all those fun times will have just been crushed into dust.
Bit like life really.
So tony imagined someone listening to a tape in their car, not many of them going to be left soon he thought, tape players not cars or people for that matter, there’s life in those old dogs allthough we are apparently running out of oil, yet the grand prix racers don’t mind brrmmm round and round they go with crowds of people whooping and a hollowing too, have you ever gone to a formula one race just to shout “ don’t you know we’re running out of oil”, yeah me neither. Somehow by the miracles of life or just plain good old imagination his old radio show tape somehow managed to get mixed up, and out of the cars speakers would come his first show, Tonys six year old voice and also his co-presenters and friend Mark,
The talk ranging from rating girls at school with marks out of 10, to shutting the door and shutting up,
“Shut the door,
Shut up,
Shut the door,
Shut up
Shut the door
Shut up...
We haven’t even got a door.

classic radio material, Tony sighed at his happy memory, maybe this was where a seed was born, and in his mind became planted ready to grow.