19 February 08 - 19:03LOVE AND STITCHES
Published 'Psychotrope' 1994
Dear Edna,
I'm merely writing to tell you the latest in the saga of my ball gown. I know it's your turn to write, Edna, but I couldn't let another day pass. The whole thing really should be exciting but it's so worrying as well. Please tell me I shouldn't worry.
As you know (and how many times have I told you?), Dick and I are appearing in Tv's COME DANCING the week after next. Well, that's a lie to start off with - the programme is being recorded live at the Blackpool Tower Ballroom the week after next. It probably won't be seen until yonks.
Anyway, to the point. You know how I've been struggling manfully for weeks now, sewing on each sequin by hand. Dick made a joke of it and said the fruit's growing mouldy in the bowl ...
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06 February 08 - 11:06Living On The Corner
Published 'Grotesque' 1994
“I don’t think you’re anyone to talk,” Mabel said.
As I hadn’t said much since breakfast, I wondered what she could have in mind. I retraced in my own mind what had passed through my lips since re-establishing contact following the long night … trying to identify anything to which she could have taken exception. This thought process lasted a mere second, so Mabel would have found it difficult to notice any pause between her statement and my reply which was: “If I’m not anyone to talk, what actually am I then and, furthermore, what am I currently doing, if not talking?”
It was my little attempt at humour, to lighten the gloom that had long settled upon our heavy-duty marriage. Neither of us were spring chickens, after all - and, Mabel, if a trifle batty, was not as senile as some women of her age.I
“When was the last time you forgot something, Arthur? ...
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