The French Kiss
I do apologize for the picture: I don’t know what came over me.
I meant to tell you, last week most of the girls from the Boadicea dorm went down to the Rickmansworth Folk Club in the High Street. That’s me, Tamsin, Phaedra, Candice, Zanthe, and Jessica, Rebecca that’s Rebecca Macleod, Charlotte and Tiffany. I think Elspeth was there also.
Hang on look I won’t list the names of all the girls but anyway later on during the evening Nathan just happened to be sitting next to Tamsin. I knew Candice, that’s Candice Robertson was up to something. She had been in a conspiratorial mode whispering with Rebecca since we came in.
A while later she, that’s Candice, leaned over and whispered to Nathan that it was Tamsin’s birthday which was a lie incidentally. She was up to something, trouble making.
You might remember I wrote an article about Tamsin’s birthday just recently. I wish Candice wouldn’t do things like this. She can be a real pain at times. I suspect Rebecca had a hand in this ruse also. She must have guessed what would happen and poor Tamsin was to be the victim.
Anyways on hearing the news from Candice, I don’t know what came over Nathan. It was not so much a birthday kiss he was about to deliver to Tamsin, you know like a light brush or a gentle caress with his lips across Tamsin's cheek to celebrate her birthday.
No, Candice said he leaned over and gave Tamsin a full-on French kiss, like his wet tongue down her throat and everything, the whole works. You know like what a dog would do.
Later I found out on very good authority from Candice, it was also Tamsin’s very first one, French kiss that is.
I tell a lie, I did not personally witness the ‘moment of impact’ as Candice put it but after this vile act there was a short pause, followed by a muted scream, whatever that is.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand there was a pregnant pause while Tamsin choosing her words extremely carefully screamed: “Er Yuk Nathan. You are a totally disgusting creature”.
Off-topic, I am thinking of writing a book.
I thought she was about to sick up. Anyways it was quite a frightening thing to do particularly when Tamsin was ill-prepared for it.
This will be the talk of the Boadicea dorm for quite a while.
I cannot think of a more revolting act, can you? I thought for a moment they would throw Nathan out of the club, but as he was the leader of ‘The Sheriffs Men’ and his group was due to go on stage next, they just gave him a ‘verbal warning’ I think it’s called.
No, this is NOT Nathan. Fact is it doesn’t even look anything like him.
Besides Tamsin is older than this girl.
Besides Tamsin is older than this girl.
Look I only showed you this photo of Daphne and her brother Adrian from the village as it was taken on her 14th Birthday which must have been taken over three years ago now and if shown to Nathan earlier it would have given him a clue as to where and how to approach Tamsin and where it all went wrong.
Anyway, that’s Nathan for you, a stag in wolf’s clothing or something like that.
Nathan’s mother was right when she warned us a long time ago ‘to keep a respectable distance when you are around my son’. In fact Tiffany who knows Nathan’s family told us Nathan’s mother tells people who are not family that he is adopted, but she is known to make things up, Tiffany that is.
After Tamsin’s disgusting blog about monsters roaming the corridors of Denham Hall after lights out and of the ensuing panic it caused among the juniors because of her opening words “This is a true story” Miss Sefton has ordered her in future to preface any horror stories of this disturbing nature with this is NOT a true story.
By putting in a disclaimer at the end of a story reading ‘Zanthe reckons it IS a true story’ Tamsin is fooling no-one, especially Miss Sefton and anyways Zanthe never said that.
Now for a change of pace; the Evans twins’ that’s Blodwyn and Myfanwy asked me to remember them to my readers. Their parents have taken them to London to take part in a Welsh Cultural Festival. You know dancing and stuff. I suppose they will also be trying to speak to one another in Welsh all evening. How on earth they are going to understand each other is beyond me. They can always revert to English I suppose.
It was the last school period on Friday afternoon as the senior girls filed into the concert hall for a talk by a lady about life after Denham Hall and to take questions from the students as to their plans for the future. This was tried once before by Miss Frenzi and if my memory serves me right was not a roaring success. I think most of them were living in a dream world, the girls not Miss Frenzi.
Typical questions were like, ‘how to become a burlesque dancer or circus performers’ which I thought were stupid questions and Tamsin is still obsessed about becoming a container ship captain.
The careers lady kept the discussion short realizing very early in the piece she was being confronted by the same problem Miss Frenzi encountered, in that some of the girls needed to take their heads out of the clouds. There was not a huge demand for burlesque dancers, fire-eating circus performers or, as one girl asked, possible openings for professional tightrope walkers.
At this point in our lives, further education was not all that attractive but good times were. This last period of the day was kept short; I suspect the careers lady was asked to come back next year.
The warm sunshine embraced us as we collected our bags and noisily emerged from the classrooms. That was Friday over with, now what are we going to do with the rest of our lives?
Tamsin and I were not going home this weekend. Mother rang to say father was going into Edinburgh to continue to wind up his other business interests as he is still in the process of retiring. This should please Colonel Carter-Brown and his wife Lady Rowena at Ruthin Castle as they will be able to socialize with us a little more.
It should not affect Mrs Dalrymple and mother’s friendship in any way for their search for ‘our dear departed’ who are now residing on the ‘other side’. Father’s retirement will not cause a hiccup there.
The stable lad Andrew who had taken a shine to me as mother described it, had been asking after me. The last time this subject came up I told mother to tell him I was promised. Mother had inquired “who to?” I replied it is not important. It’s immaterial and anyways I had gone right off of boys, well for a while that is.
Tamsin will also not be going home at the weekend.
I guess Saturday night will be spent in the Rickmansworth Folk Centre in the high street. Nathan the leader of the group ‘The Sheriff’s Men’ will be there so Tamsin will need to keeps her wits about her at all times.
Mr Crisis who you should all know by now comes from Zeta Reticuli, I believe its Number Two because Number One I think is its Sun and Number Two is the orbiting Planet, if that makes any sense, or is he from Epsilon Boötis?
Mr Crisis explained all this to us and the headmistress Miss Sefton when he first arrived and was offered the position of science teacher but we found it too much information to take in at once.
He told us he got separated from a Discovery Tour group that was dimension-hopping and ended up here.
Anyways he has joined the Dr Who Club in Watford. His membership badge arrived in the front office the other day. Oh, and he also joined a UFO spotters group in Hemel Hempstead.
