11/11/2023
A Ruse To Weigh Up Her Current Beau... by Kev Raymond.
Cute bird, out o' Russell House I know... Bridie... asked this toffee nosed so and so, would he like to go… Dan Tha Van, for a week beside the sea? “Presh, what with all the airports being shut? Due to numbers creeping up, we’d be quarantined… on our Tod babe, you and me”. Fair dos to Bridies latest snooty fella, might not be everyone’s glass of Stella. Off Dan Tha Van, he sets, game for a laugh. Mind you... fella’s shapely date, pristine soft-top XK8, screech a brake’s, outside his mater’s ornate suburban gates. Set church coffee morning tongues a wagging, and a fluttering in his heart.
Soft top down, Moondance on the deck, wisp o’ Burberry, knotted loosely at the neck. A beaming Bridie, toes her motor down his street. Fella braced both plates against the floor, as another side, to his uber secretive l’amour, turned a charming sculptured face, white as a sheet.
Parked-up, outside The Smoke, exchanging saliva, f**s, can o' Diet Coke, Bridie sensed her new beau looking glum, “Babe everything okey-doke? Look like you’ve seen a bleating ghost, hardly said a dicky… cat got your tongue?”. “Bridie… any chance I could drive the car? Only… I feel fortunate to have even got… thus far. Judging by the hell for leather way you race this Jag”, “Sorry babe, did my toeing it, frighten you back there? Only, I’ve usually elderly William, trying to nick my derriere, chasing me and my bloods, after having pulled a blag”.
“You mean, you're like… a getaway driver… to a group of thieves?”, "S’right babe, or as we prefer, a bunch o’ top-notch tea-leaves, s'pose now I best drive you back home to your mum?”, with that, the charmer jumps back in The Jag, taps the dash, sparking up a fag, "Shall we continue… slowly mind... I'd like to still be in one piece, time day is done?”.
Bridie caressed his sculptured cheek, to... Crazy Love, slipped on a pair o’ leather racing drivers gloves. Aimed the purring cat… toward open road… via a touch of toe. Thinking, "Hmm... should have kept shtum just now, he’ll be on the hurry up to mum, I tell him how…t’was a cinch for me to steal, this absolutely blinding set o' wheels, from the car-park behind Heal's, Tottenham Court Road, on my way to pick him up... an hour ago?".
Peace... to Eastern Europe, and The Middle East.
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Primary School Photo, Circa 1958. St Vincent de Paul. Kings Scholars Passage. London SW1. Before me mam and your man, could afford to acquire a school uniform, in the dire state that I am! Hair. Styled by Brylcreem. Coiffure by Whites, Churton St. Pullover, shirt and tie. Haggled for... at The Good as New Shop, Upper Sloane Street, and St Peters Jumble Sale, Eaton Square. All London SW1.
