invite him home for coffee. Or if you want to throw wild drug crazed parties for your celebrity friends, I’m not going to get in the way. Mind you, I suppose with me hanging round it must feel like living with your Dad sometimes.’
‘You’re not anything like my Dad, thank goodness, he’s a rotten bastard’ she replied, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek, ‘you may be closer to his age than mine, but I’ve had more fun with you than with anyone I can remember.’
‘Thank you for saying that, it means an lot to me,’ Rudge said squeezing her affectionately, ‘but unless you have a burning desire to return to your one bedroomed flat and resume your old life, the future is here in London and ours for the taking.’
‘That suits me fine,’ she said with a grin, ‘I don’t think I could face living in my old place again, not after this. I’ve never earned much money before and the little I saved my parents used to steal from me, until I left home of course. I could barely afford the rent and Council Tax on my grotty little place, but at least I could sleep easy knowing that those two vulchers weren’t rifling through my purse.’
‘Parents can be a nightmare,’ said Rudge sadly, ‘but you’re living somewhere perfect now.’
‘You’re telling me, I mean, it’s got proper heating for a start,’ she said enthusiastically, ‘ and there’s always plenty of hot water. As for the size of that TV, I doubt I’d even get it through the front door at my place.’
‘It is a wonderful apartment, but it’s just a shame that when my wife gets back from Lanzarote I’ll have to go home every weekend again.’ he replied with a heavy sigh, ‘I’m surprised you haven’t got a young good looking boyfriend waiting for you at home.’
‘Nah,’ she said shaking her head, ‘everyone I meet back home turns out to be a complete wanker. I’m no Mastermind champion but blokes these days can be so thick, almost like they went to school all them years and switched their brains off. If there was a GCSE exam in tired old clichés though, they’d all get top grades.’
‘You’re bound to meet someone in London who’ll take your fancy,’ said Rudge, ‘it’s almost guaranteed in the circles you’re mixing in. That young bloke you were talking to the other night, he’s in a big rock band isn’t he?’
‘Yes, The Invalid Characters ,’ she replied, ‘but that was Mitch Millais, and he’s not young. He’s been a drummer in loads of bands right back to the early ‘80s, so he’s probably older than you even.’
‘He looks a hell of a lot younger than me.’
‘It’s just hair colouring and the fake tan. He’s bound to have had a bit of the old cosmo -surgery as well, most of those stars do from what I can make out.’
‘What about that TV actor bloke you were propping up the bar with the other night?’ said Rudge, ‘You remember, when Fantasy-Lit sent us to that trendy celeb-haunt restaurant, Animal, Vegetable and Minimal . He’s definitely close to your age.’
‘Jack Foster-Colquiss, you mean?’ she replied, shaking her head, ‘No thank you. Don’t get me wrong, he’s good looking in a pretty boy model magazine advert sort of way, but he’s so far up his own arse he could watch his dinner digest.’
‘When I looked over you were chatting away like old friends.’
‘Chatting involved more than one person, and I could barely get a word in.’ she replied, ‘He just kept wittering on about himself all the time, and how he’s going to make it big in Hollywood by the time he’s thirty. I was so bored I ended up counting the peanuts in the dish on the bar.’
‘That agent woman who was sitting at our table told me that he was the quintessential English romantic lead,’ said Rudge, ‘and he’s been recently been asked to test for the new James Bond. ’
‘No way, ‘she said vehemently, ‘he has the
‘You’re not anything like my Dad, thank goodness, he’s a rotten bastard’ she replied, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek, ‘you may be closer to his age than mine, but I’ve had more fun with you than with anyone I can remember.’
‘Thank you for saying that, it means an lot to me,’ Rudge said squeezing her affectionately, ‘but unless you have a burning desire to return to your one bedroomed flat and resume your old life, the future is here in London and ours for the taking.’
‘That suits me fine,’ she said with a grin, ‘I don’t think I could face living in my old place again, not after this. I’ve never earned much money before and the little I saved my parents used to steal from me, until I left home of course. I could barely afford the rent and Council Tax on my grotty little place, but at least I could sleep easy knowing that those two vulchers weren’t rifling through my purse.’
‘Parents can be a nightmare,’ said Rudge sadly, ‘but you’re living somewhere perfect now.’
‘You’re telling me, I mean, it’s got proper heating for a start,’ she said enthusiastically, ‘ and there’s always plenty of hot water. As for the size of that TV, I doubt I’d even get it through the front door at my place.’
‘It is a wonderful apartment, but it’s just a shame that when my wife gets back from Lanzarote I’ll have to go home every weekend again.’ he replied with a heavy sigh, ‘I’m surprised you haven’t got a young good looking boyfriend waiting for you at home.’
‘Nah,’ she said shaking her head, ‘everyone I meet back home turns out to be a complete wanker. I’m no Mastermind champion but blokes these days can be so thick, almost like they went to school all them years and switched their brains off. If there was a GCSE exam in tired old clichés though, they’d all get top grades.’
‘You’re bound to meet someone in London who’ll take your fancy,’ said Rudge, ‘it’s almost guaranteed in the circles you’re mixing in. That young bloke you were talking to the other night, he’s in a big rock band isn’t he?’
‘Yes, The Invalid Characters ,’ she replied, ‘but that was Mitch Millais, and he’s not young. He’s been a drummer in loads of bands right back to the early ‘80s, so he’s probably older than you even.’
‘He looks a hell of a lot younger than me.’
‘It’s just hair colouring and the fake tan. He’s bound to have had a bit of the old cosmo -surgery as well, most of those stars do from what I can make out.’
‘What about that TV actor bloke you were propping up the bar with the other night?’ said Rudge, ‘You remember, when Fantasy-Lit sent us to that trendy celeb-haunt restaurant, Animal, Vegetable and Minimal . He’s definitely close to your age.’
‘Jack Foster-Colquiss, you mean?’ she replied, shaking her head, ‘No thank you. Don’t get me wrong, he’s good looking in a pretty boy model magazine advert sort of way, but he’s so far up his own arse he could watch his dinner digest.’
‘When I looked over you were chatting away like old friends.’
‘Chatting involved more than one person, and I could barely get a word in.’ she replied, ‘He just kept wittering on about himself all the time, and how he’s going to make it big in Hollywood by the time he’s thirty. I was so bored I ended up counting the peanuts in the dish on the bar.’
‘That agent woman who was sitting at our table told me that he was the quintessential English romantic lead,’ said Rudge, ‘and he’s been recently been asked to test for the new James Bond. ’
‘No way, ‘she said vehemently, ‘he has the
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