Victoria Wood, the Ballad of Barry and Freda - next-door neighbour POV, 384lost_spookMay 13 2016, 21:04:31 UTC
This is one of those things it's probably impossible to do justice to, but I couldn't resist. (Also I may be unfairly maligning the 1980s Woman's Weekly.)
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“You don’t half look awful, Ivy,” said Lola, waiting halfway along the bus queue, as her friend joined her. “You feeling all right?”
Ivy drew in her breath, seizing the chance for a long complaint. “Couldn’t get a wink last night what with the racket the neighbours were making.”
“Oh, no, not again. What was it this time?”
Ivy shook her head. “Don’t ask me. All I heard was someone screaming about the angle of the wardrobe and the Woman’s Weekly.”
“Well, it has gone downhill lately. The Woman’s Weekly, I mean. Used to get really nice little stories in it. Knitting patterns and that. Now it’s all celebs and face jobs and ‘I married an axe murderer from Outer Space, see page 5 for my heart-rending true story
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“You don’t half look awful, Ivy,” said Lola, waiting halfway along the bus queue, as her friend joined her. “You feeling all right?”
Ivy drew in her breath, seizing the chance for a long complaint. “Couldn’t get a wink last night what with the racket the neighbours were making.”
“Oh, no, not again. What was it this time?”
Ivy shook her head. “Don’t ask me. All I heard was someone screaming about the angle of the wardrobe and the Woman’s Weekly.”
“Well, it has gone downhill lately. The Woman’s Weekly, I mean. Used to get really nice little stories in it. Knitting patterns and that. Now it’s all celebs and face jobs and ‘I married an axe murderer from Outer Space, see page 5 for my heart-rending true story ( ... )
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