“And the twist was – they were robots all along.” “Wait a minute… he’d had a threesome – with robots?” “Uh-huh.” “Actual physical, I mean, intercourse?” “Coitus, Jeffrey…” “No.” “No?” “No, I’m sorry. I don’t buy it. I mean, this guy… he’s jumped the shark
The first time I see him, he’s just a blear in the doorway. He stands there, like he’s almost as wary of me as I should be of him. His face is in shadow, the light bulb from the kitchen behind his head, it’s glinting
Tonya had contracted the American habit of using ‘already’ as an intensifier following a prolonged bout of what Dudley called ‘trash TV’.
You don’t know what hotpants are.
The printout from the weather centre comes through at 3.43am, and finally someone has given it a name.
He sits at the bar and stares at the glass in his hand.
19/08/2007 – Photo by Rol Hirst