FRIDAY by George Holmes. Copyright. Feb 28 2010
Hello?
Oh it’s you Bella…oh Bella, you promised. You said you would definitely go as my date. I can’t go alone. I’ve told them I’m coming with my lady friend. You! Why can’t you come…You have to take the dog to the vet! Look, if you don’t mind my saying so, you spend far too much money and time on Billy. What kind of name is that for a dog? Billy? After Billy Bigelow in Carousel! Well, what can I say… I know it’s not my business but honestly don’t you think a diamond dog collar is way over the top with people starving in Africa…Oh dear. Whom can I get to go with me? What? Your mother? Is she free? Does she have a long frock? It’s black tie. Look, isn’t she just a shade too old? Well of course I know that. Age doesn’t matter. People shinning up Everest in their nineties. It’s just that, well, didn’t she have a teensy-weensy problem with the drink and being arrested for causing a scene at Sardis, and then the rehab in that convent. She almost took the veil. She’s so impulsive; a bit like you really. Like mother, like daughter. I mean what’s it going to look like, me turning up with a lady friend at least twice my age…Oh alright, ask her, I’ll hold on…what did she say? Yes? Oh good. She’ll have her hair done and I’m to pick her up at 6.00pm. Now, don’t let me down Bella. I can’t have anything go wrong with my bid for tenure. You make me so nervous…
