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VOID My life is empty No laughter lies here Just pain and misery And plenty of tears Happiness is a word Sorry is its friend I wonder when my sorrow will end What do I do to find blue skies?

Chapter 3 Lance Lance got up at 5am, picked up his papers and headed for his car, he had to be in Nottingham by 9am and usually left at this sort of hour to beat the traffic, he could work on the way up, which today meant write the speech he was going to give to a group of Nottingham worthies about the new education bill, as if he gave a shit about education, all his kids had been privately educated, mostly paid for by his wife, who

*sigh* it does you know

"Abba "Beastyboys "Er¦Kadagoogoo. No. Cream "Dire Straits "ELO "Foogees "G¦Grosby Grills and G'nash¦Genesis "Genesis has a J sound not a G " Keep going, we can't afford to be pedantic. What's next?

you like to like them when I do but never ever break the rules. you're not like that, remember. I do remember how you made him look at you the way you did the other time too and sit close ME I'm not polite and interested

So he looked at him and tipped his head forward. In return he craned his neck back, You are not, he said, what I thought, he said, You are, he said. Spittle, when he said it. The trousers around his ankles burnt his skin red hot in the face.

The weather changed. It made me uncertain again. Like the time the power was turned off and we all talked about how we didn't need it anyway and we were all lying because we knew we did. We had headaches because we couldn't make coffee and we put our bodies next to each other to keep warm and to pass time.

She slings them onto the floor and fag in mouth starts to rummage in her bag. She immediately encounters Amandes newspaper which she must have absentmindedly picked up in the studio. The newspaper is folded back to reveal a half complete crossword. "This she thinks. would be the lamest of all lame excuses But nevertheless she allows herself to daydream. She would phone him casually. " I picked up your newspaper by mistake and noticed you hadn't completed the crossword she would casually muse "I thought you might have liked to complete it, and since it takes so little effort to make a phone call, but if it doesn't matter I'll throw it out, by the way how did you think the shoot went? Lame lame lame! Pathetically lame! Two brandies later and a few rehearsals, she picks up the phone.

Susan didn't stir. She was oblivious to the impending confessional that Nina was mentally unhinged and that a dog was about to ruin the road trip they had planned for so long because there was a possibility it had touched her indirectly through the method of couch infestation.