Blog-vember post the third … what sort of story is this?


On Friday, I wore a little black dress all day. I didn’t wear pearls round my neck but I did wear them in my ears.  I was dared by @foxinflats. I find her hard to resist. I did her red lipstick dare too. I wore red lipstick all day, every day for a week! The little black dress dare was called #breakfastattiffanys It was great. I had a lovely day, worked hard and when I got home, I spent a glorious evening watching the movie.

The clothes!

New York!

The dialogue!

It’s useful being top banana in the shock department!

I’ve never been for a walk in the morning before!

You may already know that there are only a handful of stories, a set number of ways that narrative can unfold. Some say it is seven and some say ten archetypal stories. One of my favourite big thinkers, who is inclined to be reductive, says there are only two stories; journey or stranger comes.

Breakfast at Tiffany’s was a tough call. The narrative has elements of journey, there were elements of triumph of good over evil, it is also a love affair and it has a stranger arriving.  At first I was inclined toward journey but in the end Robert and I came down on the side of stranger comes.

Watch it. Then you decide. Journey story? Or stranger comes?