| And suddenly here I was, no longer an English-Russian spy, more a undercover monkey for a woman called Celia. Though Celia was not just any woman, she was the missing link. But that's another story. It was a Tuesday and I was sat in my new office drinking tea, green tea, from a bag. I was testing the "spinniness" of my new leather executive chair. I thought to myself how ironic it was that I'd been a Russian Spy for all these months and never had anything but synthetics, and now I come here, and...this? No, I'm sure you don't get it. Neither did Boris. But how are you meant to define irony anyway? There was a knock at the door, it was Celia. I could tell that 3 beat staccato "ratta tat tat" from anyhwere. The door opened and I heard footsteps. Like those at the end of "Be Here Now", but from the opposite direction. "Agent DeLunTrash, I have someone I'd like you to meet." she growled. And now here it was, the moment I'd been waiting for since I can't remember when, I finally got to swing around in the chair in that dramatic fashion we've seen so many others do. But darn it, I needed I cigarette to puff on in order to complete the look and I'd just given my last one to a hungry tramp on the way up to the office. I told them to leave and fashioned a cigarette out of a grocery reciept and elastic bands. I was ready. "Come" I beckoned out to them, and they came. Who's the boss now? I thought to myself. And once again the footsteps came, I lit the cigarette and with timed perfection swung around. "Yes?" . God, I bet I looked good then. "Agent D.L.T, I would like you to meet your new partner, Agent Pink Loose China." Celia then turned tail and ran like antelope from lion. Had she realised? No surely not. It was too early. My first impression of Agent PLC was that she was very clean. She was wearing Jackie O glasses and a green headscarf. She had guts. "Hello" I said. "Christ, what's that smell?" she replied. It was my cigarette. I told her it was all the rage in Tibet, put it out and we decided to "do lunch." We took our own cars, we agreed it would be less awkward giving the circumstaces. She had her own reserved parking space right outside the Arts Centre. I didn't. By the time I found a car park she was already sat sipping her americano. My hot blackcurrant was already there waiting for me. How did she know I was on the caffiene addicts diet? Over luch we discussed our pasts and our associations with Ceila. We didn't say anything to each other but we both knew that the future was gonna be good. So went to the movies. We saw Coyote Ugly. We laughed in the same places. She let me have some of her popcorn. I let her sip some of my drink. Now that's irony. And the rest as Celia would say, is history. - DeLunTrash xxx |
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