by Steve Howrie
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Miss Shoe–jar–way came back to see me today, and I had some good news for her. “I’ve found you a degree course in Actuarial Science!”
“Wonderful!” she said, “You’re fantastic! What university is it?”
“The U–ni–ver–si–ty of… Kent!” I said, spreading the words out for maximum effect.
“Kent? Isn’t that in England?” she asked.
“You bet it is!” I confirmed proudly.
“But I want to go to America – it says that on my CV!”
“America! Why on Earth would you want to go there? It’s full of Americans, and we all know what they’re like!”
“No, I don’t think I do... enlighten me,” she said, sitting back in her chair.
“Well, they’re brash, egocentric, think of nothing else but making a fast buck, play pathetic sports like ‘baseball’ and ‘basketball’, they have no manners, no dignity, and no culture. You really don’t know Americans, do you?” I taunted.
“Oh, I know one,” she replied leaning forward in her chair, until she was almost in my face, “my FATHER!!”
That would explain her perfect English then.
Wednesday 29
Julie’s doing a night shift, and I can’t sleep. Keep thinking what a waste of time this all is. Life I mean. We’re born, we live, we die. We sleep, we wake, we work. We eat, we crap, we piss. We love, we hate, we love to hate. What’s this all about? Where are we going? Why are we going there? Are we there yet? I miss Julie so much.
Thursday 30
Decided to better myself. Can’t seem to better anyone else, so this is the next step. I asked Julie if she’d mind if I joined the Writers’ Club.
“Oh, babes,” she said, “I was hoping you would – you’ve got so much talent.”
“Really? I have?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you have. We just have to find it.”
