I know we will soon ’cos it don’t feel like we’ve split up or nothing. We’re just having a break on account of him doing my head right in big time. I was just reading Cava-Sue’s Marie Claire magazine on the loo and it said, “All relationships need space to breathe sometimes” which I reckon is totally right. I need space all right, lots of it, this house is doing my nut in. So I come home from Mr. Yolk tonight and I’m just halfway up the path when the front door swings open and my Aunty Glo trots out going, “Ooh, Shiraz, you’re in for a treat tonight! I brought round my karaoke machine and my new Singalonga-Motown Classics CD! Do you want stuff from the liquor store? Breezer or nothing?” “No, you’re all right,” I said, gritting my teeth and walking into the living room where my mother was tuning up her vocal chords to “Love Really Hurts Without You” and my dad was in his chair eating chicken curry and fries out of the carton ’cos he often gets himself a takeaway on the way home from Goodmayes Social on Saturday afternoon and he’d dribbled curry sauce down his T-shirt and he looked like a bloody homeless.
What do You think about Posh And Prejudice (2009)?
