Thursday, July 19, 2007


Working in the front room, I need a drink. Maybe Emma and Lily would like a drink too - and I can catch-up on the Ellie situation.

Approaching the middle room, muffled voices become more clear.

Emma: …got to ask yourself why this happens – what are they after.
Lily: You’re right – they either want to fuck me or they want to cure me.
Emma and Lily: (wine-assisted howls of laughter)
Shane: (halts in his tracks)
Emma: What about Simon?
Lily: Ha! He thought he’d cure me by fu-
Shane: (thinks) Whoaaaaaaaaaa! (recoils, rotates, returns to his work)

I get back to working. Wanting to undo my recent over-hearing, I notice that my typing is quicker than usual. What I absolutely do not think – not at all, not even a tiny bit – is… 'Well, actually, I can see some logic to the Simon position’. That’s not what I think, not even for a second.


OldHorsetailSnake said...

Well, that would give Lily something to think/talk about now, wouldn't it?

Then again, you can always say: "Poor Simon. He is saddled."

PI said...

It is a truth universally acknowledged that it is unwise for men to eavesdrop on ladies.

Huw said...

Sounds like they are describing exactly the tactics of a certain Holloway lothario.

If I might be so bold.