@dlowan,
In what way dwollie? You take the part of the bint with the updo and high cheekbones who pongs of lavender.
I'll be a trucker stopping overnight on my way to Shreveport with 30 tons of pump. I've just put I'll Be Your Baby Tonight on the jukebox and parked myself on a barstool next to Farty who is sobbing quietly and taking sips out of a cocktail which has a little plastic umbrella to keep the rain off, a slice of lemon, some orange peel for the zest, a couple of red cherries and a little pointed stick to spear them with. I'll not say what you're drinking because it's naff to promote Australian beer where I am but you have a half of it and it's nowhere near being half empty. You are presenting a compassionate mien.
We can do a moral crisis about love.
I'm keeping my eye on you both in the mirror with occasional sideways glances. It's a truckers stop on Highway 61. I had to take a detour to siphon the tank at a pal of mine's farm. But that was the night before last. Dead and gone.
Farty goes to the toilet clutching a handkerchief and I catch your eye, or you do mine- I haven't worked out yet which comes first--and I say "What's the matter with your friend?" " She's my sister", you reply, "and she's skint. She has all these bills and she's ducked the mortgage payments three times. A photographer friend of mine has offered her a job in the magazine business with other modelling assignments and she can't bring herself to take it. It's good money and she is good looking you must admit" "You both are", I reply without batting an eye.
After a pause and the glass drawing circles in the slops, it is a trucker's stop, you go on--"She alwaysh wash the regligous one. I couldn't shee what there wash in it myshelf". (If it's real movie insert the usual spiel here). "She knowsh what the work entailsh".
That's setting the scene. They can see what the wardrobe department can do. It's a movie not a book.
Take it away folks.
