It was a rainy Sunday afternoon. Amal was out, and George decided to sit down and really dig into a game of Tetris. He had forgotten how simple and rewarding a game could be. So easy. Everything just seemed to fit in its right place. Like that great Radiohead song. He then thought of Radiohead, and how he and Thom Yorke would totally get along. They both had ideas about improving the planet, after all.
‘If only it were so easy…like tetris!’ George thought. ‘if only only all the worlds ills would disappear after one last straight piece.’ as he was busy thinking about this he failed to notice his own last piece was in fact an L, and not straight at all. Three lines disappeared.
“Crud,” George thought. “Crud”