The "Brit a Day" series

What does a months-long parade of attractive British men have to do with fiction, you might well ask? These gentlemen have inspired some lovely scenes, part of the life I live in my head. Over time, some of these scenes reach out to one another and begin to form a story. For the present, each one of these pictures provides a writing prompt for me, a way to keep me writing with a sense of passion and narrative, even when the stories are not yet fully formed.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

A Brit a Day [#718]

I would call you up every Saturday night 
And we both stayed out 'til the morning light 
And we sang, "Here we go again" 
And though time goes by 
I will always be 
In a club with you 
In 1973
--James Blunt, 1973

I love that song, but the first person in the narrative has always baffled me.  James Blunt wasn't born in 1973.  Thursday Man HIC would have been about 6, so his clubbing would have been with the Trini version of the Cub Scouts.  I was 13, and as such, no club would have had me unless there was a Follows-The-Boys-Basketball-Team-Around-With-Her-35mm-Camera Club.  In retrospect, that worked rather well for me.

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