There’s this guy, his name is Gill (which he pronounces Jill, which is confusing) and he has just asked me if I’m an ex rock musician, which is weird; if I was an ex rock musician why would I be ex? Paul McCartney is at least a hundred and twenty and….ok, maybe not exactly a rock musician, but what about Bob? You get my point don’t you? You don’t stop being a rock musician do you?
The question itself set me thinking because Jill (gill) is not a name I hear men using very often and then I thought of Gill Scott Heron – who may or may not be a rock musician and I wondered if the person wondering if I was a former rock musician was in fact one himself.
Anyway, to try and cut a long story short he has a dog called Fox.
And a wife who may be a vampire.
Fox is a terrier and looks a lot like Snowy but is no relation, except distant and is a replacement for a much loved and irreplaceable boxer dog that was part of Jill’s distant past.
His (Gill’s) wife is called Myra. I think. I’m writing this down in case I meet them again.
I might. Apparently I have met them before, which is why Jill asked me if I was once a rock musician, apparently I appeared so laid back he thought I must be.
I wasn’t sure if this was a compliment or a suggestion that I had used a lot of drugs so in a prejudiced response I wondered aloud if Myra was a vampire.
When I say ‘aloud’ I mean very loud internally, in a way that no one else could hear.
‘I’m from Transylvania.’
I’ve never spoken to a vampire before, though to be honest I imagine you only ever get one chance, so the fact that I’m writing this probably proves that she isn’t.
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