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Chapter 16
Back in London now, drowning in paperwork and a feeling paper thin. I’m positively glad to escape to my mother’s and show her photos she pretends to be interested in. Mum is sharp as a knife much of the time but her memory is threadbare in some places and other stories get repeated and repeated. Time bends around her a little. But what’s the point of leading a life if you can’t savour it sometimes, replay the good bits, try to edit out the bad? 8220;Oh, yes dear.”. 8220;Oh heavens – was I?
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Chapter 17
Micro-skirted, big-eyelashed, karate kicking, beautiful-bosomed. Oh Jesus you again. And turning pornographic now. This is too much. The hair is white now and the legs you’d find less tempting. But you are her, aren’t you -. Why won’t you own up? You have to tell me: where’s Lord Tim? Look, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. But you’re sure as hell stuck in the past. Well, get over it! What is nostalgia but one. Endless, pointless sigh? Our society's sick with it.
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Chapter 18
THE END OF A LONG HARD DAY AT THE HOUSE. LORD TIM AND SIDEKICK WALK BY THE RIVER TOWARDS CHELSEA BRIDGE. DEEP IN CONVERSATION ABOUT THE INCREASINGLY ANGRY DEBATES AT THE HOUSE, THEY FAIL TO NOTICE A MAN ON THEIR TAIL. THEN THE MAN STEPS FORWARD, CALLS OUT:. WHAT DO YOU WANT? I THOUGHT I’D BE THE FIRST TO TELL YOU: YOUR TIME IS UP. LORD TIM AND KICK TURN TO FACE THEIR NEMESIS, FIXING HIM WITH STEELY GLINTS. SO - MISTER B. WE MEET AT LAST! NO DARK SECRETS, YOU SAY? BUT HERE I AM! TO DO UNSPEAKABLE THINGS T...
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Chapter 19
MESSAGE FROM THE FUTURIZER:.
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Chapter 20
Now my grief is entirely mine - the anger too. And I’ve even laughed at the irony: my husband, the professional Futurist, no inkling in advance of the heart attack that felled him, oh so so suddenly, unprepared, uninsured, mid-stupid tiff about getting the car fixed.
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Chapter 20a
Lord Tim, still no sign of you but I’m sending you this report just in case. The man walks in, takes off his coat, farts, then looks over the top of the sofa and sees me. 8220;What the fuck you doin’ in my room, man? 8220;You burgling me? Still I held my tongue. But then I decided I ought to pretend to be an ordinary boy. So I burst into tears. 8220;Hey - I didn’t realise it was you – you’re the posh kid from over the road with the nice mum.”. How dare he bring my mother into his fiendish plot. 8220;Like...
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Chapter 21
Futurolutions can help your company join the new MEE Generation:. Move on from the past, Embrace the present, Envision the future. 10146; We built our reputation during the credit crunch of the Late Noughties. 10146; We offered new solutions to small businesses struggling to cope with global warming and rising food prices; we predicted the breakthroughs in global thermostat technology. 10146; Seize the Time: Let Futurolutions Futurize You!
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Chapter 22
LORD TIM AND SIDEKICK ON THEIR WAY BACK FROM THE HOUSE ARE STOPPED, ASKED FOR THEIR AUTOGRAPHS BY A MAN CALLED BARRY. DO I KNOW YOU? OH WE GO WAY BACK.
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Chapter 23
Hi, it’s me. Um… me and my brother’s going to the Roundhouse on Sunday. Dyawanna come? 8220;Uh. Yeah.”. 8220;Ok. See you outside Chalk Farm tube at twelve then.”. 8220;Uh, Yeah.”. 8220;Far out. Don’t tell your mum where we’re going.”. She puts the phone down. And I love Jennifer I love love love love love her. I love to say her name. In my head. In my room she went straight to the French windows, yanked them open then pulled out a crumpled roll up from a matchbox in her pocket and lit it . I switched...
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Chapter 24
THIS IS LORD TIM. COME IN, PLEASE – PLEASE! I MUST TALK TO YOU. WHEN DID WE LAST SPEAK? SEEMS LIKE AGES. MY MEMORY’S BEEN PLAYING TRICKS ON ME LATELY, AND I FIND MYSELF SIGHING LOUDLY. WHENEVER I STAND UP. NOBODY SEEMS TO KNOW WHO I AM AT THE HOUSE THESE DAYS – MEANWHILE THERE’S ALL SORTS OF STRIFE GOING ON: TEAR GAS. ON THE STREETS; RUBBER BULLETS AND FOOD SHORTAGES… I GET CONFUSED ABOUT WHAT IT’S ALL ABOUT. STAY IN AND KEEP MY HEAD DOWN. KICK SAYS I’M BORING. YESTERDAY’S MAN OR TOMORROW'S?
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Chapter 25
That’s what I was going to say when I turned round to Jennifer and there they were: her and Barry, tongues in each other’s mouths, kissing like mad. Then walk into the bar which is packed. Nobody seems to notice me or how young I am. At the bar there’s a man in a gorilla suit, his gorilla head under his arm, a pint of beer in his hand, talking to a woman who is drinking a Coca Cola, laughing with him, smoking a cigarette and wearing no clothes. Absolutely no clothes whatsoever. 8220;Outside.”.
