Chapters (64)
- Cover
- About the Author
- Dedication
- Chapter One
- Chapter Two
- Chapter Three
- Chapter Four
- Chapter Five
- Chapter Six
- Chapter Seven
- Chapter Eight
- Chapter Nine
- Chapter Ten
- Chapter Eleven
- Chapter Twelve
- Chapter Thirteen
- Chapter Fourteen
- Chapter Fifteen
- Chapter Sixteen
- Chapter Seventeen
- Chapter Eighteen
- Chapter Nineteen
- Chapter Twenty
- Chapter Twenty-One
- Chapter Twenty-Two
- Chapter Twenty-Three
- Chapter Twenty-Four
- Chapter Twenty-Five
- Chapter Twenty-Six
- Chapter Twenty-Seven
- Chapter Twenty-Eight
- Chapter Twenty-Nine
- Chapter Thirty
- Chapter Thirty-One
- Chapter Thirty-Two
- Chapter Thirty-Three
- Chapter Thirty-Four
- Chapter Thirty-Five
- Chapter Thirty-Six
- Chapter Thirty-Seven
- Chapter Thirty-Eight
- Chapter Thirty-Nine
- Chapter Forty
- Chapter Forty-One
- Chapter Forty-Two
- Chapter Forty-Three
- Chapter Forty-Four
- Chapter Forty-Five
- Chapter Forty-Six
- Chapter Forty-Seven
- Chapter Forty-Eight
- Chapter Forty-Nine
- Chapter Fifty
- Chapter Fifty-One
- Chapter Fifty-Two
- Chapter Fifty-Three
- Chapter Fifty-Four
- Chapter Fifty-Five
- Chapter Fifty-Six
- Chapter Fifty-Seven
- Chapter Fifty-Eight
- Chapter Fifty-Nine
- Epilogue
- Acknowledgements
Harri thinks briefly of the last time she’d been waxed, of the man she’d waxed for, and decides she would feel slightly more comfortable considering Giles’ pubic topiary instead. ‘What are you doing, down there, right now? What are the current styles?’
‘Actually, I’m experimenting. Growing it out. It’s a bit stubbly now, but in a few months it will be luscious. The seventies are back, and I’m going to have me a summer of love.’
‘But first, I suspect, a winter of discontent.’ Harri allows herself to smile.
‘This is the trouble, though, with you. You’ve always been married to the job. And now the job wants a divorce and maybe it’s time to go out and meet, you know, a human person. After Andy…’
Harri shakes her head vigorously and splashes her cheap wine down the front of her expensive dress. ‘No, Giles, really—it’s been a long day. It’s been a lot. I can’t—I’ve only got room for this. You can buy me another drink and we can talk about anything but that. Then I’m going to go home, and put my best pyjamas on, and have my last early night for a while. I’m giving myself twelve hours to wallow. Then I’m going to work.’
Chapter Four
The triumph of hope over work experience
Imogen
‘What was the most challenging aspect of the role?’
‘Well, as you know, my character, Jennifer, falls in love with the village baker, and I haven’t actually eaten anything containing flour since 2006, so…’
I’d never even heard of this actress before I was asked to transcribe this interview, but I already hate her. An hour ago, I was in such a good mood. I’d raced into the office, having convinced myself that Harri would be offering me a real job before I sat down. But everything seems tense and strained today, and I feel more ignored than ever. Why do I bother? Why do I keep coming in? I think about it for twenty seconds and come to the depressing realisation that being an unpaid intern on a major magazine is really all I have going for me. It feels like more of a career than ‘casual bar worker’ and ‘temporary factory operative’.
I am so, so hungry. I could eat a bag of flour on its own. Breakfast was, as always, crappy instant coffee from the office kitchen, and I’m not entirely sure what I’m going to do about lunch. I think I can rustle up just enough change for a banana and some instant noodles, but I really ought to do a bit more work before I go outside.