Artisticali

Having bought Gill's costume pieces with Nic, I left the two of them to do at least one costume without my help (I painted Nic's because she pleaded and did puppy dog eyes at me). Happily I sauntered over the road to watch on Film 4 'Lost in Translation' with Mike who claimed he'd never seen the film, although I could swear watching it with him in the cinema and even describe where we sat and who else was there. I arrived late, not a good start.
About halfway into the film I got a phonecall, from Gill! 'What's happened?' was my immediate reaction.
'Hello?'
'Ali, where is your paintbrush? We need paintbrushes.'
'Oh, um it's here.'
'Ah'
'It's not very big'
'How do you know?'
'I'm holding it in my hand, it's really not very big'
(stifled laughter at innuendo from Mike and Mark)
'Fuck off...no, not you Gill'
Laughter from Gill
'Gill's finally caught on'
'What?'
(or not)
'I'll bring them over shall I?'
'No, no you don't have to bring them over'
'I'll be there in a couple of minutes, hang on.'

What happens next I simply cannot blog any better than Gill did. All I will say is that I ended up staying at ours for the rest of the film, and Mike's romantic night in watching a film he claimed (rightly it turned out) he'd never seen (which gives wonder to the fact of who did I see it with? And more shockingly, did I, at the time, think they were mike?) turned into a romantic night in with Mark watching a film he'd never seen.
Apparently before the phone conversation Gill had sent me a text, which I only discovered when with Gill, it said quite brusquely:
'Where your paintbrush?'
It was followed later that night by another nearly incomprehensible text of 'where are keys to shed thing? They'd not hanging up'. Clearly Gill is so traumatised by becoming an English Graduate she's refusing to follow the laws of the English Language. Although this is coming from someone who said the other day:
'That's cos you made it from scratched innit'
Maybe it's just society in general that is deteriorating.