Saturday, June 14, 2014

Eighteenth Birthday Blues

Another excerpt from my unpublished novel "The Mummy and Daddy Christmas Present Fund"


Tuesday 12th April 1977


It was my 18th birthday two days ago.

I think an 18th birthday is quite important. Ashley’s, for example, in December, was quite a highlight.

Ashley’s parents gave her a car. It is a tiny Fiat, and it looks a bit like a hamster. It is really small and fat. It is so small that her mother had it tied up in a pink ribbon! Ashley’s mother also gave her driving lessons in their Daimler, so that Ashley just had to take a test and then passed it straight away. So her driving classes cost almost no money at all. Sometimes I was even in the Daimler when she was taking lessons and I can tell you I also learned a lot. Ashley’s mother shouted at her all the time, enough for me to learn everything as well, in the back seat.

This car benefits me too of course. We drive everywhere in it. I think I’m in it almost as much as she is. For example, Ashley picks me up in it to go to school and she brings me home in it; I just have to give her half the petrol money. We feel really independent and exclusive in this car. We just come out of school and everyone else has to go and wait for the bus and there we are, our car. It’s right there.