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This is a window into the weird world of Anglicanism, as experienced on a Cathedral Close. Has anything much happened since Trollope's Barchester Chronicles? You will still see the 'canon in residence' hurrying across to choral Evensong, robes flapping, as the late bell chimes. But look carefully and you will notice he is checking the football score on his iPhone as he runs. This is also a writer's blog. It charts the agony and ecstasy of the novelist's life. And it's a fighter's blog. It charts the agony and ecstasy of the judo mat. Well, the agony, anyway.

Saturday 29 September 2012

FIFTY SHADES OF PURPLE--Chapter 6

Hecky blimey O'Reilly times seven!

Now we're in trouble, I tell myself.  Here I am trying to write the next chapter and my flippin Kindle's downstairs!  Now how am I going to convince the reader that this is genuine, if I can't crib off the original?  Plus I've nearly got to the end of the free sample.  If it carries on like this, I'm going to have to make stuff up!

But here goes, Analgesia Boron, I tell myself.  Yorkshire lay readers are made of stern stuff.  It will take more than this to throw me off my stride!

Suddenly I realise that Pagan Purple's mauve eyes have been boring into me since September the 10th!  No wonder I'm weak at the knees with electric currents throbbing deep in my mysterious belly parts.  Giving myself a brisk mental slap, I lead him to the rope aisle.  

'Here you are, Archbishop Purple,' I say, in what I hope is a nonchalant tone.

'You are most kind, Miss Boron,' he replies, another privy smile lurking on his sculpted lips.  In the background I catch sight of another oddball.  He seems to be wearing a cassock trimmed with squirrel fur.  Some desperate lay clerk from Liverpool, I expect.  Poor fellow.

Pagan Purple begins to finger a length of rope knowledgeably with his long forefingers.  'Do you have anything more...' he hesitates, eyeing me lingeringly '...more silken, perhaps?'

'Silken?' I blurt.  Holy Pontefract cakes!  What is it about this man that makes me blush and blurt like this?

'No matter,' he says.  'I'll take three metres of this, please, Miss Boron.  I'm sure it will prove more than... adequate... for my purposes.'

And what purposes might those be? I want to ask, but daren't.  

'Doing some DIY, are you, Archbishop?' I ask inanely instead.

'Oh yes, Miss Boron.  I will be doing it myself.  I like to be in control.'  Once again his hand strays to his WWJD riding crop, in case the reader hasn't been concentrating.

Then we walk back to the till, he pays, and I put the goods in a carrier bag peremptorily, because I can't be fagged to dramatise everything in this narrative.

'Au revoir, Miss Boron,' he says Frenchly. 

'Tarra,' I reply commonly.  

A moment later, I hear the sound of his lilac helicopter taking off.  Once more my heart pounds.  Where is all this heading? I wonder.  I ponder the problem until I've tied myself in knots...

TO BE CONTINUED WHEN SOMEBODY GIVES ME A COPY OF THE ORIGINAL....


6 comments:

  1. Hi Catherine - I found your lovely blog via Twitter! I was brought up in Liverpool (aged 6-14) and have fond memories of the area. Now live in Scotland.

    Kind regards,
    Janice

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  2. To my surprise, I discovered that all but three members of Liverpool Cathedral Book Club either have a cope, or have at least read the Fifty Shades....suggest you look no further than them for a copy. Quite how this came up during a discussion of The Odessey I have absolutly no idea!! Ps when you've finished with it might I borrow your borrowed copy please?

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  3. Ooops By Heck this lap top's tricky!! For cope read copy...for fifty shades..read the other fifty shades...naughty lap top

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  4. Heck, Blimey O'Reilly what happens next? My copy has been given to Stepmother number one, who may well pass it on to Stepmother number two (no joke) surely somebody can help out Mrs Dean and so put us out of our misery?

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  5. I've just finised Scenes from Vicarage Life...so much resonated! Loved it! BTW, if you still need a copy of 50 Shades I have the trilogy. I was going to put it into the church library but perhaps you'd rather have it?

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  6. We know that you're very busy what with all the Mrs Deaning stuff, work, art boy etc, but the book club are waiting with breath that may only be described as baited, for chapter seven....When you can manage it please!

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