bound to get published in it.’
Danny, the person whose door I ripped off in frustrationsome years ago in Battersea, is now a sex magazine editor. We still know him.
‘But it is total nonsense,’ I protest. ‘And objectionable in every way.’
‘No one will ever know. And these specialist sex magazines are sure to pay well.’
I read out the story and Ruby puts it down, changing it round a little.
There is a knock on the door. When I answer it I find Cis outside, delivering our new telephone directory.
‘Cis has just brought us a new telephone directory, Ruby.’
‘Stop being foolish and get on with the story,’ demands Ruby.
I have no idea why she says this. It is true, I have the telephone directory as proof.
When we have a break for a cup of tea we go and look at the cactuses.
No flowers, and it is the beginning of April. Ruby, however, is getting on well with Domino and does not seem too worried. She sympathises with me.
‘It will flower soon. Probably Cis knew that it was a sacred Aphrodite Cactus and gave it to you deliberately.’
Ruby tells me that we have to move next week.
‘Why?’
‘Pauline is coming back.’
It is Pauline’s flat. We are only living there temporarily. I forgot all about it. We can never find anywhere proper to live.
‘What will we do?’
‘I’ll find us somewhere,’ says Ruby, matter-of-factly.
In the Battersea Squatters’ Association we planned to defend a house against Wandsworth Council after they gave the tenant notice of eviction. The Squatters’ Association was determined to resist this eviction because everywhere there were homeless people and everywhere there were empty houses.
We formed a defence committee and appointed one person in charge of the physical defence and one person in charge of publicity and made ready to resist the eviction. ‘I met Izzy today,’ continues Ruby. ‘She was buying some new weights. Well, actually she was standing on a corner about to burst into tears because she’s pregnant and Dean doesn’t want to see her anymore because he has a new girlfriend. But after that she was going to buy some new weights.’
‘Was she looking any more muscly?’
‘No. Izzy is one of the least muscly people I’ve ever seen. But it keeps her happy.’
We have a break from writing.
‘Relationships are terrible,’ I say, and Ruby agrees. I ask her if she thinks it would be a good idea for me to go and visit Cis but she says probably it wouldn’t be.
‘How about if I phoned?’
‘That might be better.’
‘Will you phone for me?’
‘What good will that do?’
‘I don’t know. But I’m terrible on the phone.’
‘I bought some new earrings when I was out,’ says Ruby. ‘Look, little rainbows. One for you and one for me.’
Cynthia eats a motorbike messenger
Cynthia is in worse trouble than ever. She can only eat people she likes
.
The rest of the werewolves scattered throughout Britain hardly ever eat people at all. They live as normal humans. Unfortunately Cynthia has never been able to adapt
.
A motorbike messenger stops to ask her directions. New on the job, he has lost his way between Marble Arch and Brixton. He has a nice smile and a friendly manner
.
Cynthia eats him while his radio crackles in the background
.
A pleasing snack, she thinks, riding off on his motorbike. That’s strange, I never knew how to ride a motorbike before
.
Suddenly she realises that she never meant to eat him in the first place
.
She would rather have made friends and seen more of his friendly smile. Her appetite has become completely uncontrollable
.
Outside it is raining with maybe a few hailstones and I wish the sun would shine so I could see a rainbow because I like rainbows and if I don’t see Cis soon I will go totally mad.
‘I wish I could see Domino,’ says Ruby. ‘And I’m fed up with all this rain. This must be the wettest year in history. I’m going to go and paint some sunshine.’
I make her
Danny, the person whose door I ripped off in frustrationsome years ago in Battersea, is now a sex magazine editor. We still know him.
‘But it is total nonsense,’ I protest. ‘And objectionable in every way.’
‘No one will ever know. And these specialist sex magazines are sure to pay well.’
I read out the story and Ruby puts it down, changing it round a little.
There is a knock on the door. When I answer it I find Cis outside, delivering our new telephone directory.
‘Cis has just brought us a new telephone directory, Ruby.’
‘Stop being foolish and get on with the story,’ demands Ruby.
I have no idea why she says this. It is true, I have the telephone directory as proof.
When we have a break for a cup of tea we go and look at the cactuses.
No flowers, and it is the beginning of April. Ruby, however, is getting on well with Domino and does not seem too worried. She sympathises with me.
‘It will flower soon. Probably Cis knew that it was a sacred Aphrodite Cactus and gave it to you deliberately.’
Ruby tells me that we have to move next week.
‘Why?’
‘Pauline is coming back.’
It is Pauline’s flat. We are only living there temporarily. I forgot all about it. We can never find anywhere proper to live.
‘What will we do?’
‘I’ll find us somewhere,’ says Ruby, matter-of-factly.
In the Battersea Squatters’ Association we planned to defend a house against Wandsworth Council after they gave the tenant notice of eviction. The Squatters’ Association was determined to resist this eviction because everywhere there were homeless people and everywhere there were empty houses.
We formed a defence committee and appointed one person in charge of the physical defence and one person in charge of publicity and made ready to resist the eviction. ‘I met Izzy today,’ continues Ruby. ‘She was buying some new weights. Well, actually she was standing on a corner about to burst into tears because she’s pregnant and Dean doesn’t want to see her anymore because he has a new girlfriend. But after that she was going to buy some new weights.’
‘Was she looking any more muscly?’
‘No. Izzy is one of the least muscly people I’ve ever seen. But it keeps her happy.’
We have a break from writing.
‘Relationships are terrible,’ I say, and Ruby agrees. I ask her if she thinks it would be a good idea for me to go and visit Cis but she says probably it wouldn’t be.
‘How about if I phoned?’
‘That might be better.’
‘Will you phone for me?’
‘What good will that do?’
‘I don’t know. But I’m terrible on the phone.’
‘I bought some new earrings when I was out,’ says Ruby. ‘Look, little rainbows. One for you and one for me.’
Cynthia eats a motorbike messenger
Cynthia is in worse trouble than ever. She can only eat people she likes
.
The rest of the werewolves scattered throughout Britain hardly ever eat people at all. They live as normal humans. Unfortunately Cynthia has never been able to adapt
.
A motorbike messenger stops to ask her directions. New on the job, he has lost his way between Marble Arch and Brixton. He has a nice smile and a friendly manner
.
Cynthia eats him while his radio crackles in the background
.
A pleasing snack, she thinks, riding off on his motorbike. That’s strange, I never knew how to ride a motorbike before
.
Suddenly she realises that she never meant to eat him in the first place
.
She would rather have made friends and seen more of his friendly smile. Her appetite has become completely uncontrollable
.
Outside it is raining with maybe a few hailstones and I wish the sun would shine so I could see a rainbow because I like rainbows and if I don’t see Cis soon I will go totally mad.
‘I wish I could see Domino,’ says Ruby. ‘And I’m fed up with all this rain. This must be the wettest year in history. I’m going to go and paint some sunshine.’
I make her
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