lot, anyone would think that you don’t want to rub shoulders with a mega-star. Austin rocks!’
‘Is
on
the rocks!’ Terence snorted.
‘The poor man,’ Sue piped up sympathetically. ‘The photographers are giving him such a terrible time. It’s awful, being under siege in your own home – unable to set foot outdoors without a dozen people taking your photo. So lonely. We can all relate to that.’
Everyone thought for a moment. Even Simon conceded the point.
‘So, it’s agreed?’ Holly paused her pen over her notebook. Everyone but Simon and Woody nodded. ‘Well, it’s going in the minutes as an official action point:
Woody to approach Austin.’
Roxy let out a whoop. And then she watched Simon pack away the cheesecakes, his face as pale as their toppings.
To: Roxy Squires
From: Channel Five, Talent Department
Dear Roxie,
Thank you for your email, suggesting yourself as a Five on-screen presenter.
As you can imagine, we get inundated with showreels from aspiring presenters, and I’m afraid we have no requirements for on-screen talent at this time.
Best of luck with your search for employment.
To: Roxy Squires
From: Channel Five, Talent Department
Dear Roxie,
Yes, we are aware of your substantial back catalogue. But we
still
have no requirements for on-screen talent at this time.
Best of luck with your search for employment.
To: Roxy Squires
From: Channel Five, Talent Department
Dear Roxy,
Thank you for your email congratulating us on the ‘Gang Of Five’, the five new faces of Five, launched on-air this week.
We at Five have an on-going commitment to unearthing dynamic, new presenting talent – as well as celebrating the nation’s favourite, established presenters. Why not follow our new line-up of hosts on Twitter (@gangofFive), or vote for them at the forthcoming TV WOW awards? The gang would be grateful for your support!
We have attached their signed photo as thanks!
ROXY
Somewhere in the most affluent enclave of St John’s Wood, an elaborate front door swung open and a beautiful woman with Green & Black’s hair swore in surprise.
‘Roxanne Squires; I don’t bloody believe it! I know you said you’d be here for lunch, but in your world that usually means six!’
‘Bloody cheek.’ Roxy rolled her eyes.
And then the woman launched herself through the doorway and threw her arms around her friend.
‘Good to see you, you old tart!’ Tish hugged her tightly. ‘How are you? Still flying the flag for all us lushes?’
‘Someone’s got to keep the faith.’
‘Too right,’ the brunette nodded earnestly. ‘Don’t be a sellout, like the rest of us. I’m telling you – all this domestic harmony bollocks is overrated. I’d stick my kids on eBay for a big night out on the tiles.’
Roxy raised an eyebrow. ‘There’s nothing stopping you, Tish. I brought my make-up bag; we can go out tonight, if you like?’
‘Party like it’s 1997?’
‘Party like it’s 1997!’
Tish paused for a moment, misty eyed. Roxy gave her a nudge.
‘Come on, Tish; you know you want to. It’ll be just like the good old days. Let’s trowel on some lippy and crack open a bottle of Jack. Guy can babysit.’
Tish sighed wistfully. ‘And back in the real world … cup of peppermint tea?’
‘If I have to …’ Roxy grimaced.
‘Sorry, Rox.’ Tish ushered her through the front door. ‘It’s a booze-free, caffeine-free, fun-free house these days. You know how it is.’
‘Yeah – I know how it is,’ Roxy mumbled as she followed her friend into the kitchen. It was true; she
did
know how it was … but what she couldn’t get her head around was
why
. Tish was her oldest friend and partner in crime from when they’d first moved to London and discovered the neon-lit playground of Soho’s late bars. For seven super-short years they’d shared more laughs, big nights out and debilitating hangovers than most people got through in a lifetime, and Roxy still felt winded by
‘Is
on
the rocks!’ Terence snorted.
‘The poor man,’ Sue piped up sympathetically. ‘The photographers are giving him such a terrible time. It’s awful, being under siege in your own home – unable to set foot outdoors without a dozen people taking your photo. So lonely. We can all relate to that.’
Everyone thought for a moment. Even Simon conceded the point.
‘So, it’s agreed?’ Holly paused her pen over her notebook. Everyone but Simon and Woody nodded. ‘Well, it’s going in the minutes as an official action point:
Woody to approach Austin.’
Roxy let out a whoop. And then she watched Simon pack away the cheesecakes, his face as pale as their toppings.
To: Roxy Squires
From: Channel Five, Talent Department
Dear Roxie,
Thank you for your email, suggesting yourself as a Five on-screen presenter.
As you can imagine, we get inundated with showreels from aspiring presenters, and I’m afraid we have no requirements for on-screen talent at this time.
Best of luck with your search for employment.
To: Roxy Squires
From: Channel Five, Talent Department
Dear Roxie,
Yes, we are aware of your substantial back catalogue. But we
still
have no requirements for on-screen talent at this time.
Best of luck with your search for employment.
To: Roxy Squires
From: Channel Five, Talent Department
Dear Roxy,
Thank you for your email congratulating us on the ‘Gang Of Five’, the five new faces of Five, launched on-air this week.
We at Five have an on-going commitment to unearthing dynamic, new presenting talent – as well as celebrating the nation’s favourite, established presenters. Why not follow our new line-up of hosts on Twitter (@gangofFive), or vote for them at the forthcoming TV WOW awards? The gang would be grateful for your support!
We have attached their signed photo as thanks!
ROXY
Somewhere in the most affluent enclave of St John’s Wood, an elaborate front door swung open and a beautiful woman with Green & Black’s hair swore in surprise.
‘Roxanne Squires; I don’t bloody believe it! I know you said you’d be here for lunch, but in your world that usually means six!’
‘Bloody cheek.’ Roxy rolled her eyes.
And then the woman launched herself through the doorway and threw her arms around her friend.
‘Good to see you, you old tart!’ Tish hugged her tightly. ‘How are you? Still flying the flag for all us lushes?’
‘Someone’s got to keep the faith.’
‘Too right,’ the brunette nodded earnestly. ‘Don’t be a sellout, like the rest of us. I’m telling you – all this domestic harmony bollocks is overrated. I’d stick my kids on eBay for a big night out on the tiles.’
Roxy raised an eyebrow. ‘There’s nothing stopping you, Tish. I brought my make-up bag; we can go out tonight, if you like?’
‘Party like it’s 1997?’
‘Party like it’s 1997!’
Tish paused for a moment, misty eyed. Roxy gave her a nudge.
‘Come on, Tish; you know you want to. It’ll be just like the good old days. Let’s trowel on some lippy and crack open a bottle of Jack. Guy can babysit.’
Tish sighed wistfully. ‘And back in the real world … cup of peppermint tea?’
‘If I have to …’ Roxy grimaced.
‘Sorry, Rox.’ Tish ushered her through the front door. ‘It’s a booze-free, caffeine-free, fun-free house these days. You know how it is.’
‘Yeah – I know how it is,’ Roxy mumbled as she followed her friend into the kitchen. It was true; she
did
know how it was … but what she couldn’t get her head around was
why
. Tish was her oldest friend and partner in crime from when they’d first moved to London and discovered the neon-lit playground of Soho’s late bars. For seven super-short years they’d shared more laughs, big nights out and debilitating hangovers than most people got through in a lifetime, and Roxy still felt winded by
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