1981
One
‘Why Don’t You Ask Me I Might Say Yes!’
I wanted to be a bunny as soon as I saw the
advertisement. Why wouldn’t I? There
was no question that it was the most interesting job prospect I’d seen so far.
I thought: casinos, glamour, fast cars and millionaires. But most of all I thought it would be better
than working for a living. So I told
Carol and she said we would go to London together. Easy. After all, we
didn’t have anything else planned for the rest of our lives. We had both put in just enough effort to get
our degrees and, having got this far, didn’t have a clue what to do with
them. Some of our friends were going to
be doctors, solicitors or even teachers.
They knew what they wanted. I
hated them all.
We met up at King’s Cross, eventually. Carol had managed to get herself almost
arrested for slipping past the toilet attendant but, in a stroke of genius, had
invented a relative who worked as a toilet attendant in Exeter station and who
had been given an award for the cleanest toilets in the South West of
England. Mary, the London loo keeper,
thought that she had heard of auntie Georgina and asked Carol to make sure to
pass on her regards, before pressing a free token into her hand and wiping a
metaphorical tear from her eye, saying that it had been a great pleasure to
make her acquaintance and that, when you got up in the morning, you never knew
what was going to happen.
