Chapters (106)
- Cover
- Dedication
- PROLOGUE
- A FEW MONTHS EARLIER
- ART SAID
- I WALK
- THEY SAY
- IN THE WINGS
- THEY SAY
- I POST
- THEY SAY
- A WOMB OF ONE’S OWN
- THERAPY SESSION #1(DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE)
- LIKE OF DUTY
- PICTURE THE SCENE
- I SAID
- THE PATATAS BRAVAS
- KELLY HAD SAID
- SOBER SEXTS
- ABLUTIONS
- MY BATHROOM SAID
- TIPPING POINT
- MY MOTHER SAID
- I WAS EIGHTEEN
- ART SAID
- SOMEONE SAYS
- A REALLY BAD SIGN
- MIA SAYS
- I WALK
- KNOCKKNOCK
- ONE-LINERS
- I SAY
- THE OUTRAGE
- BABY ELEPHANT
- ART SAID
- MY MOTHER SAYS
- HOW I MET KELLY
- ART SAID
- ART SAID
- WHAT LASTS?
- BAD STAND-UP
- GHOSTESS WITH THE MOSTEST
- I WOKE UP LIKE THIS
- THE MIND CREATES THE ABYSS
- I ADORED
- ART SAID
- YOU
- TERMS OF ENDEARMENT
- IF
- ART’S MOTHER SAID
- FULL DESPERATE
- MISERABLE PHO
- BREATHING FOR ONE
- POPULAR PROBLEMS
- ON THE BUS
- TABS
- GRANMA SAID
- ALL MY CIRCUS, ALL MY MONKEYS
- BURNOUT
- THERAPY SESSION #2
- IN
- APP IDEA
- LOOK NO HANDS
- HI HI HI
- BACK AT HOME
- EXHIBITS A AND B
- GOOD FAMOUS PEOPLE
- MY MOTHER
- STILL
- LIFE
- WE’D GONE
- ‘FUNNY’
- OUTGROWN
- ART SAID
- BODIES OF WORK
- KELLY SAID
- FAKE NEWS
- GOOGLE ME
- SOCIAL CATERPILLAR
- REALLY THO
- DEALS WITH STRANGERS
- NEWS ITEM
- NICOLETTE SAYS
- HALF AN HOUR LATER
- ASS FIZZ
- THAT NIGHT
- IT HAPPENED TO HAPPEN
- #FROTHEH
- MY MOTHER SAYS
- THE HEART CROSSES IT
- MANCHILD
- WHO YA GONNA CALL
- NAKED AMBITION
- SOHO SQUARE
- CHIEF EMOTIONS
- SHE SAYS
- KELLY SAYS
- GENUINE QUESTION
- LIFE DRAWING
- RELAX
- WE LIE
- SILENT-ISH NIGHT
- THANKS
- About the Author
- ALSO BY EMMA JANE UNSWORTH
- About the Publisher
I tell him all about Suzy Brambles. He keeps looking around, unable to concentrate, but I can tell he gets the gravity of what has happened. Maybe he’s on that Spice stuff that makes people unable to focus their eyes. I’m glad I can focus my eyes on him when I concentrate because if I couldn’t I would worry that I looked just as fucked. I unscrew the second bottle of wine. People pass, heading into the Tube; some of them hand him money and he says Ta, yeah, nice one. Another homeless man comes and stands nearby; he looks at the man on the ground and then at me. He smiles, I can only presume supportively, as I fill him in on what has happened. ‘I don’t come from anywhere and I’m not going anywhere,’ I conclude. ‘This is the curse of the liberal elite.’ When I’ve finished, I start to cry, and he wanders off. Probably to ponder the deeper meaning of my plight as I’ve just relayed it to him.
As I’m leaving, I give the man on the ground another two pounds. I say, ‘You have a wonderful little set-up here. And a community you can trust. Cherish that.’
He smiles but he doesn’t look as though he really appreciates what I’m saying, the savage.
I stand, swaying with clarity, outside Oxford Circus. I feel saturated with my own fight, like the squid on the menu. I guess that sums me up pretty well as a modern woman: a creature cooked in her own ink.
DRUNK TWITTER
@CissyGreenModel:
As a mother I couldn’t just sit around and watch refugee children die
@jenniferjenniferMcLaine:
@CissyGreenModel as a non-mother I love watching refugee children die. It is one of the great pleasures of my life
@CissyGreenModel:
@jenniferjenniferMcLaine I didn’t mean it like that
@jenniferjenniferMcLaine:
@CissyGreenModel How did you mean it then? Because it sounded as though you were suggesting motherhood generates new levels of compassion & empathy
@jenniferjenniferMcLaine:
@CissyGreenModel which I can assure you is bullshit of the sloppiest order
@jenniferjenniferMcLaine:
@CissyGreenModel CASE IN POINT: Rose West
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DRAFTS
To: Suzy Brambles
Subject: Why?
Dear Suzy Brambles,
Was it because I was leaving too many comments? I know I might have been a little overbearing. Five under one post is perhaps a tad OTT – but the jokes worked better as individual lines, do you ever find that? I admire you greatly – your output and your work. Sometimes I like your pictures so much I can’t bring myself to ‘like’ them because it feels like it almost trivialises the intensity of the emotion, and also – I sort of hate you for making me like something so much. I feel too seen.