Re: Fill: Circumlocution (Brycow)
anonymous
October 28 2013, 21:55:40 UTC
Eeeee, Brycow is back! And in such an awesome form.
I was going to commend you for finding a context in which it was genuinely plausible that John would refer to his penis as the Mace. Then I remembered this was John Bercow we were talking about and he was just as likely to do so in casual pillow talk.
But still, this is such a sweet, funny, realistic little fic! We tend to treat all the politicians like teenagers on the meme, but they're mostly pushing fifty- of course this would happen to someone sooner or later. This was a lovely treatment of it. And the slightly formal language of the narration suits them so well.
Suddenly visible in the lamplight was one Chris Bryant, clothed in his absurd y-fronts
Argh, Chris. What have we (and everyone else on the internet and also the whole of the tabloid press) told you about those y-fronts?
“The… Mace is having trouble performing its official duties.”
Chris looked blankly at his partner, uncomprehending. “…Sorry?”
“There is subsidence under St Steven’s Tower.”
“Nope, I still don’t get it.”
“Big Ben refuses to chime!”
Chris shrugged.
“Pink Rod is having difficulty striking the chamber door!”
It was while attempting to analyse this particular euphemism that the penny dropped at last. “Oh!”
Best. Conversation. Ever.
“Actually,” said Chris, offended, as he pulled his arm away. “I was going to say ‘it happens to a lot of men our age’ if it matters.”
He is technically a year older, although I can't blame John for forgetting under the circumstances. XD
They're both so perfectly in character here, Chris with his slightly clumsy but upbeat attempts at reassurance and John with his verbose prickliness. And your dialogue is hilarious. Instant Brycow classic, author!anon.
I was going to commend you for finding a context in which it was genuinely plausible that John would refer to his penis as the Mace. Then I remembered this was John Bercow we were talking about and he was just as likely to do so in casual pillow talk.
But still, this is such a sweet, funny, realistic little fic! We tend to treat all the politicians like teenagers on the meme, but they're mostly pushing fifty- of course this would happen to someone sooner or later. This was a lovely treatment of it. And the slightly formal language of the narration suits them so well.
Suddenly visible in the lamplight was one Chris Bryant, clothed in his absurd y-fronts
Argh, Chris. What have we (and everyone else on the internet and also the whole of the tabloid press) told you about those y-fronts?
“The… Mace is having trouble performing its official duties.”
Chris looked blankly at his partner, uncomprehending. “…Sorry?”
“There is subsidence under St Steven’s Tower.”
“Nope, I still don’t get it.”
“Big Ben refuses to chime!”
Chris shrugged.
“Pink Rod is having difficulty striking the chamber door!”
It was while attempting to analyse this particular euphemism that the penny dropped at last. “Oh!”
Best. Conversation. Ever.
“Actually,” said Chris, offended, as he pulled his arm away. “I was going to say ‘it happens to a lot of men our age’ if it matters.”
He is technically a year older, although I can't blame John for forgetting under the circumstances. XD
They're both so perfectly in character here, Chris with his slightly clumsy but upbeat attempts at reassurance and John with his verbose prickliness. And your dialogue is hilarious. Instant Brycow classic, author!anon.
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