Along time ago I got some sage advice, ‘if you’ve got a problem stuff a worm in it!’ With advice that sound and profound you might be thinking I got it from a very old and very wise person. Well you’d be wrong.
Not only am I pretty sure this show is the subconscious reason I moved to Bristol but it helped make me the weirdo I am today. The hours I spent imitating a ‘giant flying sponge’ don’t bear thinking about. My siblings and I have had conversations almost entirely built on quotes from Trap Door. But today it all came crashing down, when I realised stuffing a worm in it does not solve the problem. This is perhaps a lesson I should have learned the first time I watched it, seeing as the worm promptly escapes to it’s freedom.
I have a headache, a 3000 word piece to write, I’ve got horrendous writer’s block, I’m tired and hungry. And none of that can be solved by simply stuffing a worm in it… with the possible exception of hunger but I’m not about to start singing Nobody likes me, everybody hates me, I think I’ll go eat worms! just yet.
The worst part of all is that I have such a small amount of motivation to do anything that instead of getting on with fixing just one of these problems I have managed to waste a few hours in doing absolutely nothing. Today is an incredibly unsuccessful day for me, unless you count that little bit of art I did when I woke up, but I already showed you that so I’m not counting it.
However, depressing as my realisation about Trap Door was, it was not without it’s benefits. Now that I know the worm doesn’t actually fix the problem I can focus on the real moral of this story. Just when Berk had chased off the giant floating sponge (thinking it was a problem) he realises that his real problem was a flood that could be solved with a great big sponge…
Now all I have to do is work out what my sponge is and try to convince it to come back…
Spongey! … Spongey!
