I imagine I'm going to be like Alan Alda's ghastly character in Crimes and Misdemeanors who interrupts conversations by whipping out his dictaphone and saying something like “Idea for a screenplay....” and, to be honest, I've just spent an hour making like Buzz Lightyear.
Anyway, it works, for I used it on my walk today, but by the time I came home I hadn't just forgotten the message but also that I'd actually used it at all. When I finally remembered I ran for some paper, pressed play, pen poised to transcribe whatever poetry gold I was about to save from oblivion.
'Get Dentastix for the dog', I said.