Even though I am happy…
The Playhouse Life-drawing Club takes place in the grungy theatre bar with a barman who likes to watch. The Playhouse is on the verge of bankruptcy. The tables haven’t been wiped since the cleaners stopped being paid. The podium is theatrically spot-lit. Marlene Dietrich is singing. Helga, who is my fan (fantastic definition! Can’t get enough of you!), gives me costumes to put on from the theatre’s wardrobe and they make me pose on a rickety sideboard. In the break someone gets me a dry white wine.
Change of music. I am back on the sideboard with wine in my veins when Dido’s song ‘Thank You’ starts up. I know it from the lesbo movie ‘If These Walls Could Talk’, the scene where Sharon Stone and Ellen Degeneres have sex after Sharon has been inseminated at the gay-friendly fertility clinic, hoping for third time lucky.
I watched it with my ex about a million times when I was backwards and forwards to the Aberdeen clinic. I had twelve goes, not three.
In the next scene they are in the bathroom testing Sharon’s pee. There’s this agonizing moment of watching for the little line to appear – will it, won’t it – then they go ecstatic and dance about.
My eyes swim. I try blinking. I try not blinking. One tear pops out. It’s just an auld lang syne tear.
Ilka claimed that DVD, thank god.
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Very amusing entry. Did you pose nude on the sideboard? Clearly furniture can have unusual uses 🙂
Actually… It sounds perilous, being theatrically costumed and made to pose on a rickety sideboard. Not merry under the spotlight at all, in the circumstances. Twelve goes, not the twelve days of Christmas, matey.
Thank you Janey.
Suki sometimes gets off the subject of oom-pah oom-pah nuddy ladies.
Gosh, Suki, that looks a difficult pose to hold for any length of time, even on solid floor. How long was it for?
Bea
I think that pose was for about 20 minutes, Bea.
Wow, that is some going, Suki. Even if the right knee was on the floor, which it looks as if it isn’t?
Bea
Maybe it wasn’t as long as 20 minutes, Bea, I can’t quite remember. But that’s my reputation: I do strenuous poses for ridiculously long times until my muscles are visibly at snapping point. I like the challenge.
Or I liked the challenge.
I’m currently taking a break from bookings. Just writing.