"She came from Greece, She had a thirst for knowledge, She studied sculpture at St Martin's College, That's where I, Caught her eye... She told me that her Dad was loaded, I said in that case I'll have a rum, And coco-cola, She said fine... And in thirty seconds' time, She said 'I wanna live like Common People, I anna do whatever Common People do...'" (Pulp Common People) -- Not relevant at all, I know, but hey, if I have a Pulp earworm, so should others. (Not that you probably know Pulp... The joy of having been a teen in the Britpop years of Pulp, Blur and Oasis! Still, better than One Direction IMHO)
I am really worried about Douglas. To go from not touching alcohol "in more than twenty years" (Chapter 3) to wine in the fridge, casual "pour me ones" and "fortifying drinks" with dinner... added in to how many levels he's upset and tying himself up emotionally... He's unravelling and it's painful to see. I sort of don't know whether to hug him or give him a slap to wake him up. I trust *you* though.
I love how you've written Douglas's thoughts and emotions during the "final" dinner with his daughter, all the storing up of memories and the continuing revelations about Martin and everything happening at all sorts of levls al at once. So many thoughts and so many feelings. :D
And then Martin - oh, Martin! - all indignant and worried about Douglas and prideful and... Just the way they naturally slip into being *friends* and then remember the real situation. So... complex and complicated and emotionally *real* and true. And Martin being so "understanding" about Gordon, poor sod. :( I really want to give him a cuddle.
And as a Londoner (once upon a time, anyway) the busyness and the people and the air and smells of a tube station... seething humanity and sweaty suits. (add in some idiot with a dog - or a bicycle - and train rage and service on the Northern Line generally being complete crap.. And of course, of double course, Douglas's reaction to the no-show is less fear of police and discovery and more the need to go back to Martin and release him from his bonds.
And oh! Poor Martin.
No reassurance. No promise of police or retribution. Not a word from Gordon.
Gordon might as well have said, "You can have him. He's more trouble than he's worth." It's delightful to have a villain you can *hate*.
I am SO EAGER for the next installment I cannot even TELL you. This is DELICIOUS. It's a warm chocolate and hazelnut brownie. It's a glass of perfectly (and not over-) chilled Pouilly Fusee or Saint Veran. It's a cup of Italian coffee. It's anything where "just the one" is SO fantastic you want - need - another one. And you have to make it last and savour it, but it's also so gorgeous you want to just TASTE AND TASTE AGAIN :D Scrummy.
No pressure though. I do know a bit of what your RL looks like atm - look after *you* and settle into work and stuff. (I'm always - letting a writer know I want more, is, I think, good - but I do worry when people have a lot of RL stuff that maybe the incorrigable Oliver Twists of readers are a bit... disheartening. You know?)
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I am really worried about Douglas. To go from not touching alcohol "in more than twenty years" (Chapter 3) to wine in the fridge, casual "pour me ones" and "fortifying drinks" with dinner... added in to how many levels he's upset and tying himself up emotionally... He's unravelling and it's painful to see. I sort of don't know whether to hug him or give him a slap to wake him up. I trust *you* though.
I love how you've written Douglas's thoughts and emotions during the "final" dinner with his daughter, all the storing up of memories and the continuing revelations about Martin and everything happening at all sorts of levls al at once. So many thoughts and so many feelings. :D
And then Martin - oh, Martin! - all indignant and worried about Douglas and prideful and... Just the way they naturally slip into being *friends* and then remember the real situation. So... complex and complicated and emotionally *real* and true. And Martin being so "understanding" about Gordon, poor sod. :( I really want to give him a cuddle.
And as a Londoner (once upon a time, anyway) the busyness and the people and the air and smells of a tube station... seething humanity and sweaty suits. (add in some idiot with a dog - or a bicycle - and train rage and service on the Northern Line generally being complete crap.. And of course, of double course, Douglas's reaction to the no-show is less fear of police and discovery and more the need to go back to Martin and release him from his bonds.
And oh! Poor Martin.
No reassurance. No promise of police or retribution. Not a word from Gordon.
Gordon might as well have said, "You can have him. He's more trouble than he's worth." It's delightful to have a villain you can *hate*.
I am SO EAGER for the next installment I cannot even TELL you. This is DELICIOUS. It's a warm chocolate and hazelnut brownie. It's a glass of perfectly (and not over-) chilled Pouilly Fusee or Saint Veran. It's a cup of Italian coffee. It's anything where "just the one" is SO fantastic you want - need - another one. And you have to make it last and savour it, but it's also so gorgeous you want to just TASTE AND TASTE AGAIN :D Scrummy.
No pressure though. I do know a bit of what your RL looks like atm - look after *you* and settle into work and stuff. (I'm always - letting a writer know I want more, is, I think, good - but I do worry when people have a lot of RL stuff that maybe the incorrigable Oliver Twists of readers are a bit... disheartening. You know?)