‘Kingdom Come’ – David Bowie
Today, I ate a beautiful Sunday lunch at Gran + Granddad Winterfood’s place, along with my lovely Granny Sugden.
In the afternoon, I called on Flash. We watched bits of Doctor Who, ate Chinese from Lola’s (Ha-ha!) with nice Gerry and nice Lee (her boyfriend) and then tried to ‘kill’ a red balloon in as many unconventional ways as possible.
Speaking of Lola’s, Flash’s been telling me all about some strange incidents that have been going on in his life, all of them occurring in or around Lola’s Chinese Take Away on Beancroft Road.
FLASH TELEPHONING LOLA’S CHINESE TAKE AWAY + ORDERING A MEAL. ON ARRIVAL AT THE TAKE AWAY, HE IS TOLD THE ORDER HAS BEEN TAKEN. BIZARRE. WHY? BECAUSE IT’S DISTURBING. IT’S STUPID + POINTLESS, BUT DEFINITELY DISTURBING.
FLASH VISITING LOLA’S + COMING FACE TO FACE WITH LOLA FOR THE FIRST TIME (AFTER VISTING COUNTLESS TIMES AND ONLY EVER BEING SERVED BY A LURCHY BLOKE WE’VE DECIDED IS CALLED ‘DAVE’). SHE PERSISTENTLY TOUCHES HIS HAIR, HANDS + FACE, ALMOST SEEMING TO ‘CHAT HIM UP’. SHE SPEAKS IN VERY BAD ENGLISH, WITH A THICK ACCENT + HE UNDERSTANDS NOTHING SHE IS SAYING. I JOKED THAT SHE PROBABLY SPOKE IN PERFECT ENGLISH TO ‘DAVE’ ONCE HE HAD GONE.
FLASH HAS NOTICED THAT ALL THE OTHER CUSTOMERS ONLY ORDER BEEF CURRY + CHIPS. NO ONE, OTHER THAN HIM + GERRY, SEEMS TO BUY ADVENTUROUS FOOD, OR EVEN RICE.
FLASH WAS APPROACHED BY A ‘STRANGE BOY’ AT SCHOOL, WHO COMMANDED FLASH TO ‘BE AT T’CHINK ON FRIDAY NIGHT’. FLASH DIDN’T UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS WAS ABOUT, AND THE BOY RAN AWAY, LEAVING HIM NONE THE WISER. THE NEXT DAY, FLASH ORDERS IN LOLA’S. AFTER APPROX 10 MINS IN THE SHOP, ‘THE BOY’ JUMPS UP FROM BEHIND THE COUNTER, SHOUTING ‘WHAT DID I SAY?!’ – LEAVING FLASH TO SUSPECT THAT THERE MIGHT BE SOME CONSPIRACY AFOOT…
Flash and I are good mates.
Flash writes a letter to Justine:
I don’t know what to do, so I suppose I’ll just have to witter on about this and that.
How are you? How are your friends? What’s the weather like? Here in Yorkshire it’s very dark. I’m sorry about this, I’m not a very good conversationalist, even less so than I ever was, and it doesn’t do me very much good.
Anyway, do you know Ritcherd? Well, he’s gone to the toilet to get away from me for a while and left me with this pen in my hand and the ideas that I might write you a letter. I moaned, but it is no use and I am forced to this sheet of paper to tell you things like what’s been happening down our way. Well, we have discovered that William Hantrell is both racist and gayist, so it’s just as well he is sadly no longer with us.
Ritcherd has said some very complimentary things about you today.
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Next time: ‘Macbeth at the Red Mount…’