Carolyn Black I'm not sitting at the front Actually, I am, and I like sitting at the front because I used to hide at the back, but one day an awful thing happened to me - I shall never forget. I will never sit at the back again, and I warn others not to either. Wurzel Gummidge suddenly burst through the doors with weapons and frantically scanned the rows of occupied chairs, looking for a seat. He pointed at those on the back row and mowed them all down. It's much safer at the front. The speakers who ask audiences to participate will engage those at the back. So I know it's safer in the front. I stare at a very small grey pile of dust remembering that feeling. Now, if you want me to sit at the back you will need to drag me kicking and screaming. I hate it. At the front I can decide to intervene, or not. I can interrupt. You may notice me slipping and sliding into sleep and resent my snoring. I don't care, so don't resent me for that. It's a choice. It reminds me of seeing wurzel gummidge with the weapon, so I have stepped into escape mode. Shhhhh Don't ask me to interact I am asleep And safe

"Im not sitting at the front today. I did before and it ended badly". Jim, who was tall, and akward in crowds, hated the idea that someone; anyone might be - at some time looking at him. "Ten minuets - trains: why do they always run late?", franticly marching down the high street, Jim new that they would all be sitting down with there tea's and coffee's - he would have to walk in late. This in its self was a nightmare situation. As he walked in he realized that the event was well under way. The room was full to the brim. All were facing forward scribbling franticly. Jim moved into the space, trying hard not to disturb or arruse attention. He picked up some paper and a pen and with out knowing what the activity was began to wright. He writes franticly with intence pace as he is aware of his late start. A women sat to the left of him, saying nothing, pokes Jim's arm - he notices nothing. He becomes more and more engrossed in his writing; so much so that he docent notice that the room, which had been full, was now completely empty. They had all departed the room without Jim noticing. He looked at his watch - It was late.