could think of one.’
‘And what will you do if you meet her?’
‘I’ll say hello.’
‘What then?’
‘I don’t know. I haven’t planned that far ahead. But there is a good chance we’ll run into Domino along the way.’
‘Fine,’ says Ruby. ‘It seems like a good plan to me. Let’s do it.’
Cynthia does not accomplish very much
Cynthia werewolf rides around on her motorbike. She loves to take corners dangerously and threaten pedestrians. Unfortunately she cannot stop thinking about Paris. She is tormented by the thought of him sleeping with other women. When she—
There is a sudden silence as Ruby comes to a halt.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘I have writer’s block. I don’t know what happens after Cynthia rides away on her motorbike.’
‘Make her eat a few more people,’ I suggest. ‘I like it when she eats people.’
Ruby frowns, and plays with the material of her dress, and she tells me she is feeling bad. She is troubled because Domino has not been around for a few days. He might be sleeping with someone else. Just like Cynthia.
‘Do you think about Cis fucking someone else?’
‘About twenty or thirty times a day.’
‘What do you do to stop thinking about it?’
‘I don’t do anything. Nothing works. I can remember every inch of Cis’s body perfectly. I can picture her fucking someone else like it was happening right next to me. Usually after a while I get to wondering if it hurts very much when you slit your wrists.’
‘It would here,’ says Ruby. ‘We don’t have any sharp knives. We’d better get drunk instead.’
We hunt out our money. I like whiskey but Ruby likes brandy, so I buy a bottle of brandy at the off-licence. The off-licence is full of Irish women buying Irish whiskey. They have all come over to have abortions in Britain because it is illegal in Ireland. In London they are lonely, separated from their friends and families, forced to travel abroad like fugitives. They buy the Irish whiskey to cheer them up.
I wish them good luck and take home a bottle of brandy. Then Ruby and I drink it as fast as we can till it makes us fall asleep. It is quite a good idea of Ruby’s, because you can’t really think of anything when you are collapsed drunk on the floor, and next morning you have a terrible hangover, and this is good for taking your mind off other things as well.
Come the day of the eviction the publicity person had done his job fairly well and other squatters from south London were there to help us picket. Some pressmen from small local papers arrived with cameras.
All the squatters were cheerful but I was nervous. The week before one of the women in our group had been arrested for causing a fight at the dole office, and she described to me how the police put her in a cell all night and the cell seemed as big as a matchbox. I did not want to be locked up all night in a tiny cell.
Upstairs in the barricaded house we three occupants had a pile of things to throw at the bailiffs. Plastic bags full of paint and piles of rotted fruit and, strangely, cold porridge.
I became more and more nervous and wondered if I could escape over the rooftops when the police arrived. I wondered if it would be normal police or the Special Patrol Group, because the Special Patrol Group was very active in south London at this time.
Sitting in the window I looked up at the sky and wondered if some beings in a spaceship might fly down and rescue me.
‘I like your new earrings,’ says Marilyn, who has called round for a visit and a cup of tea.
‘Thank you,’ I say.
‘Thank you,’ says Ruby.
‘Your flat is cold.’
‘We’re having problems with our bills. How is Izzy?’
‘Stuffing herself with steak to help her muscles grow. And depressed about Dean, and her pregnancy.’
Ruby and Marilyn disappear and Cis is there in theirplace. She is wearing a lilac T-shirt I gave her with a cloud on the back and a rainbow on the front.
‘I have wandered
‘And what will you do if you meet her?’
‘I’ll say hello.’
‘What then?’
‘I don’t know. I haven’t planned that far ahead. But there is a good chance we’ll run into Domino along the way.’
‘Fine,’ says Ruby. ‘It seems like a good plan to me. Let’s do it.’
Cynthia does not accomplish very much
Cynthia werewolf rides around on her motorbike. She loves to take corners dangerously and threaten pedestrians. Unfortunately she cannot stop thinking about Paris. She is tormented by the thought of him sleeping with other women. When she—
There is a sudden silence as Ruby comes to a halt.
‘What’s the matter?’
‘I have writer’s block. I don’t know what happens after Cynthia rides away on her motorbike.’
‘Make her eat a few more people,’ I suggest. ‘I like it when she eats people.’
Ruby frowns, and plays with the material of her dress, and she tells me she is feeling bad. She is troubled because Domino has not been around for a few days. He might be sleeping with someone else. Just like Cynthia.
‘Do you think about Cis fucking someone else?’
‘About twenty or thirty times a day.’
‘What do you do to stop thinking about it?’
‘I don’t do anything. Nothing works. I can remember every inch of Cis’s body perfectly. I can picture her fucking someone else like it was happening right next to me. Usually after a while I get to wondering if it hurts very much when you slit your wrists.’
‘It would here,’ says Ruby. ‘We don’t have any sharp knives. We’d better get drunk instead.’
We hunt out our money. I like whiskey but Ruby likes brandy, so I buy a bottle of brandy at the off-licence. The off-licence is full of Irish women buying Irish whiskey. They have all come over to have abortions in Britain because it is illegal in Ireland. In London they are lonely, separated from their friends and families, forced to travel abroad like fugitives. They buy the Irish whiskey to cheer them up.
I wish them good luck and take home a bottle of brandy. Then Ruby and I drink it as fast as we can till it makes us fall asleep. It is quite a good idea of Ruby’s, because you can’t really think of anything when you are collapsed drunk on the floor, and next morning you have a terrible hangover, and this is good for taking your mind off other things as well.
Come the day of the eviction the publicity person had done his job fairly well and other squatters from south London were there to help us picket. Some pressmen from small local papers arrived with cameras.
All the squatters were cheerful but I was nervous. The week before one of the women in our group had been arrested for causing a fight at the dole office, and she described to me how the police put her in a cell all night and the cell seemed as big as a matchbox. I did not want to be locked up all night in a tiny cell.
Upstairs in the barricaded house we three occupants had a pile of things to throw at the bailiffs. Plastic bags full of paint and piles of rotted fruit and, strangely, cold porridge.
I became more and more nervous and wondered if I could escape over the rooftops when the police arrived. I wondered if it would be normal police or the Special Patrol Group, because the Special Patrol Group was very active in south London at this time.
Sitting in the window I looked up at the sky and wondered if some beings in a spaceship might fly down and rescue me.
‘I like your new earrings,’ says Marilyn, who has called round for a visit and a cup of tea.
‘Thank you,’ I say.
‘Thank you,’ says Ruby.
‘Your flat is cold.’
‘We’re having problems with our bills. How is Izzy?’
‘Stuffing herself with steak to help her muscles grow. And depressed about Dean, and her pregnancy.’
Ruby and Marilyn disappear and Cis is there in theirplace. She is wearing a lilac T-shirt I gave her with a cloud on the back and a rainbow on the front.
‘I have wandered
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