Chapter 1
When I could not take it from home. I went to take it from school. When I could not take it from school. I went and took it from College. There was no let-up. There is no let-up now because life continues as it means to go along.
"You should pay for these things." Said, my sisters. They were right some went to joints to be beaten up. I was being beaten up for free.
Whenever something bad happens to me she is laughing her head off.
"If you died I can live." She said it often enough. B my littlea
"All I do is take from them the whole lot of them."
"We all enjoy this class."
I do not know which is worse the outside or the inside of this codswallop of hash.
There seems to be a filthy joke which everybody was enjoying. I did not know what it was.
It is my night tutor and he is from somewhere in the cold regions and I liked his class. Felt so comfortable would sleep in there. But the thing was he was really a she.
I do not think he a trans just a lesbian and she thought she had to have everything going. Something left me when I found out about the betrayal of not knowing what to think. I should hide or something there appeared to be no one to trust.
Such a prankster and her friends laughed out loud as if the speechless unconscious did not deter them. If I went out they would follow me such a joke should not be allowed to be lost.
"Such a prankster?"
"Aplomb is the key here."
"When does it go too far?"
"A wicked joke."
She pretended to be a he in order to get by in the world. Wrong? He was a socialite having a joke and taking the ideas from poor authors and we paid to go in there.
"We paid too?"
This pleasant institution erupted into our vision in the good part of Westminster. We will forage and mark then send you home without a grade. "Because you are an idiot." The thing was another institute gave me the marks I needed and this institute thought me a idiot?
Every scribble was so criticised that it was torn to shreds. It left me dead locked. I did not what to say so said nothing stopped writing.
"You do not pay the full amount we do and that gives us the rights."
They laughed and joked as if the new line in their thinking spreading around like a disease.
"Once we make our minds up even night classes would not make you owner of the grades. "
"We destroy people because they do not fit."
"We did nothing of the sort."
"Sorry madam I still do not have a contract."
"It was only a joke to see if you could mate with that girl called Jane."
"I did not mate with that."
There is self-pity in her eyes. The two of them wallow in that for some years. Wretched girl, why did you interfere when we had him in our sleeves? You know he is not one of us. Who were these amazing creatures?
"Giraffes."
"Sorry, what right did you all have to do such a thing?"
"The right of common will and wit."
"You all improve on acquaintance."
"Well, at least you now know how to read the fire list."
"Yes, it was the best part of the reading."
The thing was we got a little uncomfortable with all that. They did not mean for the joke to be made public. It was a little diversion a little past time to while away the years.
"He is the proper husband for our lass you are not only uneducated but down in the kitchens."
"An elegant trophy like him?"
"A nice headpiece he has. Doesn't he dear?"
"We are courting him."
"You invite him over to tea and I do the cocktails."
"Why"?
"Because you love doing cakes."
"I don't remember that."
When the mating season is up the English women go mad. The nuptials have to be done fair and square. The bride is young and tender.
As clubs go it was the best club for the jokes and the asides and the flings and the gambles. We do need the money. Expensive things these are.
"Not like the people down under boring on about their own affairs."
"People in real life sharing their goods deeds."
"Oh, must we."
"You can be anyone you want to be including changing sex."
"But for now dear J just remain fertile."
"And some fish eat their mates after mating."
"Well-bred but bored."
"We are too rich and talented to be boring."
"We believe anyone can be anybody. Not true."
"We did not harm anybody."
"I nearly died." But they soldiered on.
"We did not know that would happen."
The Tutor dressed as a man is in reality a woman. We ceased to care most of the authors are too drunk.
Time to share the good news what is the good news?
"Adieu."
To get rid of the unwanted staff the thing was not to betray by a flicker of the eye that something unusual was happening. Most of the writers were game.
The deep-sounding voice is when I noticed sometimes the tutors' voice went low when emotionally discussing a script what went on? Well, she asked to be nameless. Came somewhere from Stone and did agenting work and other things.
"Of course he is married."
"She or he?"
"How the devil one knows. Who cares?"
His motto made him a millionaire.
In this world who cares wins.
Every week went in the hope of meeting writers and getting a contract and nothing because there were no such authors and no such writers because the whole place was a club that housed people who asked for nothing better than to make jokes and have the pleasantries on the house and in a means-tested manner to top up their pensions and spoil the estate no more.
Paying pennies and earning nothing but research. I weighed it up and did not rebuke the experience. In fact, it gave me some knowledge about the upper crust and the spoilt brats.
at is that."
"When something bad happens?"
"Well?"
"No experience is wasted,"
"I went to the house of the tutor and narrowly got done."
