Playing Silly Buggers and Other Stories
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A set of stories by the author of Wankers, combining tenderness, wit, and often unlikely pathos, sometimes in the same paragraph.
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Playing Silly Buggers and Other Stories - Christian Robshaw
Playing Silly Buggers and Other Stories
by Christian Robshaw
Publishing director: Jason R. Forbus
Graphic design and layout: Sara Calmosi
ISBN 978-88-33465-37-1
Published by Ali Ribelli Edizioni, 2020©
Fiction – Possible Worlds
www.aliribelli.com – redazione@aliribelli.com
Any reproduction of this book is strictly forbidden, even partially, with means of
any kind, without the clear authorization of Editor.
Playing Silly Buggers
and Other Stories
Christian Robshaw
Edizioni
Contents
Playing Silly Buggers (A Sequel to Wankers)
A break-up breaks down
Wine and dine
High
A romance.
Hate
Badge
Randy old bastard
After the autumn ball
Back home
The visit
A minor betrayal.
Profiling
An English rose
James, Alison & Gwen
On Camberwell green
Three couples
Three families
Three friendships
Playing Silly Buggers (A Sequel to Wankers)
There was going to come a time that Jeanette would have to say something to Dougal.
… but then, she thought, isn’t what just what he’d like to hear? He was no boss of her. After all, he was only her cousin, hardly someone special or something. And she’d always tried to simply be herself, never tried hard to be a McIntyre. Regardless, those protective telephone calls of his would never stop, not unless she said something to Dougal. Jeanette thought he’d have liked to have a little sister, if not a daughter. Who wouldn’t? Still, it was Wednesday night and she was free to do what she liked, she could whatever she-
Jeanette-!
-felt, like cook an egg and-
-you big ho, how was work?
-watch Netflix – presumably after she’d said hi to Miguel for the night.
Miguel.
You fucking knows it.
Nice to see you, Miguel. What’s the news?
Only shit that’s been happening between bitches you know. You should have seen the fucking dude Jordan brought home, he was like-
Like what? A 9? Or a 4?
9. Definite 9.
How did I know.
Now, you… are a little jealous.
Great story. Listen, if you’re at the stove fry me an egg.
Ooh, no can do bitch, we’re out.
That meant noodles again. Again. Some people say they eat a lot of noodles and watch a lot of Netflix. But Jeanette really ate a lot of noodles and watched a lot of Netflix. That was OK – you never really got bad noodles. Netflix was another matter. They sell you on the idea that you can always turn on and find something good to watch. That wasn’t true, but Jeanette watched loyally, night after night. It provided something to do, at least. Uni, there was something to do every night. It was harder trying to find ways not to do things – to make time to stay in and write essays. That was the real leisure time. Waterhouse and the Madonna/Whore Complex
, that sort of thing. Jeanette told people coursework was a pain between the nights of getting pissed when really it was the opposite, making excuses not to end up having the time of somebody else’s life again, shots and outrageous outfits. Spiritual Dimensions of Violence in Caravaggio
was a good one too, Sublimated Homoeroticism in Dalí
.
Staring at her laptop, bowl in hand, Jeanette realised she wasn’t really doing anything. She certainly wasn’t doing what she was doing; what she was really doing was waiting for Dougal to ring, because she realised it had been a while. She had to prepare to sit through the conversation again, not saying anything. She set her noodles aside, noticing she had a message on Facebook. Shit, she realised, someone had texted her too. Wait, it was only Miguel. Ive sent you a message on facebook
, he said. He had. Were all going out tonight. First big night out in ages!
There was a knock at the door. Jeanette thought she could guess. Actually, she couldn’t; it was Jordan – probably here to talk about Miguel. Jeanette thought she could guess.
Jeanette, you have to come out tonight! We’re doing a big night out and it’s going to be the first big night out in ages! Are you coming? Miguel’s already got his coat on!
I haven’t even finished my dinner.
Yeah, hurry up! Ooo, are you having noodles? I could help you finish if you’re not eating them.
"I am eating them. Look."
Alright. So you’re coming out when you’ve finished them, aren’t you? Good, I’ll tell Miguel. Miguel!
***
There were yet more Facebook messages from Miguel. They were piling up. Sure, said Jeanette, she’d come out. Otherwise spend the time waiting for a chat with Dougal she didn’t even want to have. So it was nice to have the excuse. She knew the expectation would be that she’d throw on some clothes, the way the rest were sure to have done. Jeanette was wearing what she still habitually called her work clothes, although they hadn’t seen much work lately. They were a little tight, but also comfortable and really they looked fine. She’d just tie the shirt’s lower hem in a little bow an inch above her belly button, in the way that Jordan never does.
Miguel was in fur. A big fur Jeanette had never seen before, that made it look like he killed a bear, looking in fact strangely like Theodore Roosevelt. Well, he didn’t really look that way at all, it was just the coat.
There she is! Jeanette, do you think I look like a teddy… what did he say?
Teddy Roosevelt
said Jordan, in one of her eager-to-please moods.
No.
Thank you! Peter said.
Jeanette looked around for Peter. It had been ages.
No, on Snapchat.
Does Peter still use Snapchat then? I thought he said it was dead.
No, he said Rihanna said it was dead.
And did she?
Probably! What do I give a shit? Rihanna’s not the boss of what I do.
That was the sort of thing Miguel tended to say early on in the evening, before coke and alcohol and dancing.
Yeah, you say that now. Wait ‘til we’re at the club. And hurry up!
Jeanette had been about to say something very similar, before Jordan got in first. But it was time to go.
***
At the door the doorman checked the list for the little group. Jordan said she’d managed to get them in somewhere again. But every time they went out they ended up queuing and they ended up paying. It was miserable, standing on one of Soho’s still-filthy streets on a cold night. For March, it was very cold. But things’d be OK once they got in. Peter would be in.
Jordan, is Peter in?
We’re getting in in a minute.
Yeah. I said is Peter in already?
Who the fuck knows with Peter, I doubt if he’ll even be here, he never comes out any more, I mean have you tried getting him out lately?
Thanks Miguel. Jordan bounced up to the bouncer, Jordan Chen, I’m on the list! Yep, and Miguel Rodriguez. Peter Cavendish… hold on a sec. Jeanette, you need to pretend to be Peter.
Right, easy enough that. Your hair’s shit and your outfit’s crap.
She smiled to acknowledge the joke but didn’t laugh. Actually the outfit wasn’t bad.
His name’s on the list so you have to say it’s your name.
Can’t I just use my own name?
Well, I wasn’t sure you’d be coming out! You didn’t come last week and I didn’t know to put you down. They don’t like me putting down too many names, you know, when they don’t come out. So just be Peter! Well, not Peter… Pee… Pitta… Pitrelle… Petter…
Rita.
Come on, Rita! Let’s get you in.
So Jeanette did her best to bounce up to the front like Jordan and her charming, twee Scottish accent returned to her as it always did in these situations. The bouncer looked unimpressed.
Can’t see no Rita. Next!
Hold on now, love, would you mind looking again only I’m sure I’m on there?
Nope, sorry. Next!
She tilted her head and pouted for him and everything, felt cheapened for nothing. Jordan asked the bouncer if he’d let her see and leant way down over the list, turning back to flash a grin at Jeanette.
Oh, here she is, look they put her down as ‘Peter’ when she should be ‘Rita’, they must have misheard me over the ‘phone, I’m really sorry about that, I’ll have to…
She went on and on. He said, In.
and they were in.
***
Jordan!
Yeah!
Are you not worried about Peter?
What? No, no don’t worry darling, we got you in ages ago, he won’t even be thinking about you any more!
"No, I mean the Peter!"
What?
If I’m Rita, what will happen to Peter? When he comes…
He’s probably not coming… oh wait, there he is. Why don’t you ask him?
Pete!
Hey.
We weren’t sure if you were coming!
Here I am.
How did you get in?
What?
How did you – never mind, do you want a cigarette?
I don’t smoke.
Me neither, come on!
Jeanette ended up apologising outside because it was more-or-less true that she didn’t smoke – she’d given up years ago, if she ever really started – so the only times she still did it was when she was able to borrow someone else’s cigarettes. Peter really didn’t smoke, and so was no help to her – but the fact was hadn’t really gone out for a cigarette exactly, but more to get some peace and quiet for the sake of catching up with him because, as she pointed out, she never saw him any more.
Well let’s be honest,
he said, I wouldn’t be here if I had something better to do, would I?
He said it almost as if he was joking, but also like he meant it, the same way he said most things. It made him hard to love, but then so many hard-to-love people find ways of making you, anyway.
It’s really nice to see you out, Pete. I mean, I really like you. I think you’re just… terribly swell.
Yeah, you know what that is? That’s gay.
Good one. You can talk, anyway. Seeing anyone nice at the moment?
No. Actually I’m seeing this total prick of a married guy, I feel just awful for his wife. Fantastic in bed though.
Comments like that tended to make Jeanette doubt just how awful Peter really felt,