Trudie Two Shoes hopped down the steep lane, humming to herself. her shoes flashed passed each other, one bright red on her left foot, a shiny Ferragamo loafer with a gold band on the heel, the second a dark blue suede loafer from Gucci with a gold stirrup at the front.
The favela in Rio de Janeiro where she had spent 7 tough years growing up, was not noted for chic shoe stores and she had been one of the first of her friends to have any shoes at all, by scavenging the city dump at the bottom of the hill, finding the mismatched pair, alongside other chic children's clothes from Ralph Lauren and Versace, thrown away by the samba star whose massive villa sprawled alongside the dump and whose 8 children, always had the latest fashions and threw the old (sometimes two days old!) over the wall without a thought as soon as something newer became available.
Trudie had had to act fast and beat Graziella to the shoes and earned the nickname Two-Shoes when she proudly wore them from then on. This ostentation had caught the eye of Eduardo, the local drug dealers son, who at eight years was already earning a fearsome reputation. His foot shot out from behind a dustbin filled with rotting vegetables and Trudie shot into the air and to his amazement and that of all his cronies lounging around him, she performed a perfect somersault, whilst managing to give him the finger, landing on one foot then transferring to the other, without a sound. At that point she gave a glorious tinkling laugh and vanished down the alley and was sitting in Pedro's bar two minutes later sipping a coke with a note she had lifted from Eduardo's top pocket, whilst distracted by her gymnastics.
A moment later the door flew open and Eduardo's father, Jose, all 6ft 9inches of him, all muscle and not so repressed violence barged in and ..................
Over to you ........................
Friday, June 3, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Beginnings No 7. Antoni Cryczuk 1st June
Antoni Cryzuk staggered into the room, blood running down his face, bumped into a shocked Samantha, who in turn spilled her drink on Georg, a man known to be super sensitive about his clothes and true to form, turned and biffed her, hard in the mouth!!
Silence reigned for a full 10 seconds, then Antoni ran to Samantha, lifted her to her feet, smothered her in apologies and kisses and kicked Georg hard, extremely hard in the balls, setting off a whole new chain of events, which was ultimately to change the course of parliamentary history.
It had all began 3 hours, 12 minutes and 34 seconds earlier when Antoni, realising he was late for the ministerial briefing, ran across the road from Westminster tube without looking left, let alone right - BIG mistake HUGE!! He crashed over the Ferrari of all posh prams, the The Twin Techno Maclaren buggie with fitted Universal Packer and Bumper Bar containing Fiona and Cedric Malmaison-Egerton Smythe no less under the tender care of the most formidable Mayfair nanny of them all, Fluella Ramsbottom. She packed a punch that had sorted out four paratroopers having a little fun in Soho, only three nights ago - and that was for simply looking at her, a certain way! This was nothing like that, this was serious - her charges had been endangered, nay possibly injured.
She let out a war whoop and let fly. Antoni felt he had been hit by a truck, which in fact he nearly had been and that would have been preferable, as he returned to the pavement he had left a moment earlier, but now faster and nearly a foot off the ground, his peripheral vision sort of recognised Fluella and made the connection with the Prime Minister, whose sister Fluella in fact was! to top it all, Georg was the estranged step father of Fluella a fact few people knew. What a complex web we weave.
Now Randy Ramsbottom was on his way to the conference Antoni had been hurrying to - on Road Safety where some very contentious proposals were to be discussed with the public hoping for a balanced conclusion to be reached.
Over to you ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Silence reigned for a full 10 seconds, then Antoni ran to Samantha, lifted her to her feet, smothered her in apologies and kisses and kicked Georg hard, extremely hard in the balls, setting off a whole new chain of events, which was ultimately to change the course of parliamentary history.
It had all began 3 hours, 12 minutes and 34 seconds earlier when Antoni, realising he was late for the ministerial briefing, ran across the road from Westminster tube without looking left, let alone right - BIG mistake HUGE!! He crashed over the Ferrari of all posh prams, the The Twin Techno Maclaren buggie with fitted Universal Packer and Bumper Bar containing Fiona and Cedric Malmaison-Egerton Smythe no less under the tender care of the most formidable Mayfair nanny of them all, Fluella Ramsbottom. She packed a punch that had sorted out four paratroopers having a little fun in Soho, only three nights ago - and that was for simply looking at her, a certain way! This was nothing like that, this was serious - her charges had been endangered, nay possibly injured.
She let out a war whoop and let fly. Antoni felt he had been hit by a truck, which in fact he nearly had been and that would have been preferable, as he returned to the pavement he had left a moment earlier, but now faster and nearly a foot off the ground, his peripheral vision sort of recognised Fluella and made the connection with the Prime Minister, whose sister Fluella in fact was! to top it all, Georg was the estranged step father of Fluella a fact few people knew. What a complex web we weave.
Now Randy Ramsbottom was on his way to the conference Antoni had been hurrying to - on Road Safety where some very contentious proposals were to be discussed with the public hoping for a balanced conclusion to be reached.
Over to you ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Beginnings No. 6 Johann Brindle-Thomas 25th May
Johann Brindle-Thomas spat - right into the face of the astonished waiter and let out a stream of expletives, so rude, violent and imaginative that even he recoiled at hearing them. It was as if he had become Captain Haddock, Tintin's adventurous friend, but taken over by spirits and not the nice ones!
Johann was a mild person, whom everyone liked immediately, sometimes even before he had said a word, yet here he was at Bar Boulud with le toute Knightsbridge watching ripping into a charming waiter, because he had been served fish with no fish knives - and he hated fish, being carnivorous from birth.
Emily sat beside him, quivering with stress as it was as if the person she knew, loved, shared a bed with and a love of the Greek classics was now Jason from Friday 13th. Suddenly she shuddered as a memory swam back into view of this Autumn when they had camped by the very spot on Camp Crystal lake where the film had been shot and Johann, hmmm his name begins with a J she thought, whilst still being the mild and lovely person that he was, had on several occasions said some slightly off colour things, as she ate fish from the lake and he ate very undercooked hamburgers.
Her thoughts were were suddenly interrupted, by screams and a huge crashing sound as ...................
Over to you!
Johann was a mild person, whom everyone liked immediately, sometimes even before he had said a word, yet here he was at Bar Boulud with le toute Knightsbridge watching ripping into a charming waiter, because he had been served fish with no fish knives - and he hated fish, being carnivorous from birth.
Emily sat beside him, quivering with stress as it was as if the person she knew, loved, shared a bed with and a love of the Greek classics was now Jason from Friday 13th. Suddenly she shuddered as a memory swam back into view of this Autumn when they had camped by the very spot on Camp Crystal lake where the film had been shot and Johann, hmmm his name begins with a J she thought, whilst still being the mild and lovely person that he was, had on several occasions said some slightly off colour things, as she ate fish from the lake and he ate very undercooked hamburgers.
Her thoughts were were suddenly interrupted, by screams and a huge crashing sound as ...................
Over to you!
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Beginnings No.5 Birgit Gohwalla 14th May
Birgit Gohwalla sighed. It was a sigh that would have made the most brutal dictator shed tears, copiously! A sigh that carried the anguish of generations of the oppressed and persecuted.
Erdem Kindersteg blurted out now for the third time - but I tried, you know I really tried. But Birgit was not impressed and let out another sigh that made the chandeliers tinkle and diners briefly stop talking and look for a second at the tall, lithe, gorgeous blond by the bar and her short fat, well dressed companion.
Erdem had felt this would be the day his relationship with Birgit would finally become stable - he had got a table at El Bulli, jumping a four year queue and being summoned at short notice to be there on a Saturday night, so with a quick flash of his netjets card and a limo ride they were there, on the threshold - perfection!
No, oh No!! - Disaster!!. When they arrived the table they were going to be taken to was not THE table, the power table which everyone in their world knew you had to be if you were SOMEONE. They were to be placed two table away in the wilderness. Birgit was the sort of girl who could never, never live this down and let out yet another sigh that caused the whole restaurant to go silent and see Erdems shoulders slump as his world collapsed around him.
But Erdem realised his life hung on a pivot, and remembering that he had not become who he was with out breaking a few eggs, pulled himself up to his full 5ft 4 inches and took the head waiter aside and whispered something in his ear. Rafael's eyes flickered and his mouth twitched ........
Over to you ..............
Erdem Kindersteg blurted out now for the third time - but I tried, you know I really tried. But Birgit was not impressed and let out another sigh that made the chandeliers tinkle and diners briefly stop talking and look for a second at the tall, lithe, gorgeous blond by the bar and her short fat, well dressed companion.
Erdem had felt this would be the day his relationship with Birgit would finally become stable - he had got a table at El Bulli, jumping a four year queue and being summoned at short notice to be there on a Saturday night, so with a quick flash of his netjets card and a limo ride they were there, on the threshold - perfection!
No, oh No!! - Disaster!!. When they arrived the table they were going to be taken to was not THE table, the power table which everyone in their world knew you had to be if you were SOMEONE. They were to be placed two table away in the wilderness. Birgit was the sort of girl who could never, never live this down and let out yet another sigh that caused the whole restaurant to go silent and see Erdems shoulders slump as his world collapsed around him.
But Erdem realised his life hung on a pivot, and remembering that he had not become who he was with out breaking a few eggs, pulled himself up to his full 5ft 4 inches and took the head waiter aside and whispered something in his ear. Rafael's eyes flickered and his mouth twitched ........
Over to you ..............
Monday, May 9, 2011
Beginnings No. 4 Aziza Meredew-Conte May 9th
Aziza Meredew-Conte strolled to the rear observation deck of the yacht looking over a packed harbour - today it was St Tropez, tomorrow it might be Monaco and in a month St Barts! Her shoulders slumped and a quiet scream, heard only by the passing gulls and the odd gigolo, swimming by, desperate to be seen, leapt from her lips.
Life was soooo boring! She had bought 8 pairs of Louboutins this morning all the same model but in different colours, then spoiled herself with a massive ring from Graff and as she sat in the back of the Rolls Phaeton, whisked back to the yacht she briefly enjoyed its 100 carats glistening on her finger, before sighing and wondering what to do next and popped it back in the bag soon to be forgotten.
Charles Egremont Finiston Drew, her hedge find lover and provider of all these goodies was never there, as he jetted in his Boeing 777-300ER VIP jet from continent to continent. Even when she travelled with him it was so huge and filled with so many hangers on and deal hopefuls she might see him for 10 minutes in the whole day.
Her eyes strayed down to the water where she had heard some splashing and fell into the the most beautiful, penetrating blue eyes, nearly covered by a mop of twinkly wet hair and a set of white teeth, that made her heart go thump! One second she was on deck, the next plummeting into the sea from the fourth deck, she too late reminded herself, as she hurtled downwards!
She heard of a scream of "watch out for .......................!!!!!!!!!!
And now over to you!
Life was soooo boring! She had bought 8 pairs of Louboutins this morning all the same model but in different colours, then spoiled herself with a massive ring from Graff and as she sat in the back of the Rolls Phaeton, whisked back to the yacht she briefly enjoyed its 100 carats glistening on her finger, before sighing and wondering what to do next and popped it back in the bag soon to be forgotten.
Charles Egremont Finiston Drew, her hedge find lover and provider of all these goodies was never there, as he jetted in his Boeing 777-300ER VIP jet from continent to continent. Even when she travelled with him it was so huge and filled with so many hangers on and deal hopefuls she might see him for 10 minutes in the whole day.
Her eyes strayed down to the water where she had heard some splashing and fell into the the most beautiful, penetrating blue eyes, nearly covered by a mop of twinkly wet hair and a set of white teeth, that made her heart go thump! One second she was on deck, the next plummeting into the sea from the fourth deck, she too late reminded herself, as she hurtled downwards!
She heard of a scream of "watch out for .......................!!!!!!!!!!
And now over to you!
Friday, May 6, 2011
Beginnings No.3 Alessandro de Montalban May 6th
Alessandro de Montalban was a heck of a good looking guy. When he walked into a room, little girls, girls, young women, middle aged women and even grand mothers, stopped whatever they were doing or saying and just stared - their eyes on stalks!
Dressed immaculately from head to toe in Savile Row or Hermes suits, Lobb shoes, a Patek Phillipe watch and Dupont sunglasses he walked into Mark's Club this evening bearing a dark frown, that belied the admiring glances bearing down on him from all sides and not seeing them or the grimaces on the various accompanying males, whose spouses, wives or daughters had now been distracted away from.
Damn, damn, damn he thought, she's not here, no texts with apologies received, no voice-mails with tales of delayed flights, or traffic jams holding up the Bentley Continental!
What was he to do? She always, yes always kept him up to date, minute by minute and was never ever late! This time when for once he needed her, and not her him, he was left high and dry.
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him and Giorgio the head waiter, ran gasping for breath, into the room grabbed Alessandro by the arm, an unbelievable incursion into his personal space and said ...........................
Over to you!!
Dressed immaculately from head to toe in Savile Row or Hermes suits, Lobb shoes, a Patek Phillipe watch and Dupont sunglasses he walked into Mark's Club this evening bearing a dark frown, that belied the admiring glances bearing down on him from all sides and not seeing them or the grimaces on the various accompanying males, whose spouses, wives or daughters had now been distracted away from.
Damn, damn, damn he thought, she's not here, no texts with apologies received, no voice-mails with tales of delayed flights, or traffic jams holding up the Bentley Continental!
What was he to do? She always, yes always kept him up to date, minute by minute and was never ever late! This time when for once he needed her, and not her him, he was left high and dry.
Suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind him and Giorgio the head waiter, ran gasping for breath, into the room grabbed Alessandro by the arm, an unbelievable incursion into his personal space and said ...........................
Over to you!!
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Beginnings No.2 Monika Chau May3rd
Monika Chau had a big decision to make, one that would affect her whole life from the second she acted on it! Was it going to be a toast and marmalade breakfast or Cornflakes? Simple and innocuous enough you would think! Yet one involved in bending down, the other in stretching up.
She chose the latter and standing on tip toes, because Monika was petite and the shelf was high, her concentration now focused solely on getting the pack of cereal in her grasp, whilst her feet, moved un-monitored on the kitchen floor where .........................
Over to you to bring this to an exciting and revealing conclusion!!
She chose the latter and standing on tip toes, because Monika was petite and the shelf was high, her concentration now focused solely on getting the pack of cereal in her grasp, whilst her feet, moved un-monitored on the kitchen floor where .........................
Over to you to bring this to an exciting and revealing conclusion!!
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