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cog:
Hi it’s me.
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cog:
Well, there have been better days to be me I can assure you of that. I’m not…
Actually, nah, it’s just… Are you okay?
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cog: You
know that’s not a half bad idea. Just, the sort of day I’ve had, I think I
might really reap the benefits of going to bed early with a couple of glasses
of white wine.
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cog
(laughter): Well the main thing is you’ve got an excuse for being an
alcoholic, you’re only drinking to keep warm. Oh and plus, don’t forget it’s
made from fruit and rammed full of vitamins so it’s also good for you.
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Laughter.
cog:
Jenny said she saw you in college this morning, but I thought you were, did you
not say you were working on your dissertation today?
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cog:
What, he hasn’t been showing up?
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cog:
Jesus you want to get eh… If he’s told you he’ll be in and then doesn’t, if
he’s not bothering to come in when he’s promised you have every right to file a
complaint about, God’s sake, I mean, the guy’s a total tit. I mean, that’s
just… a total, you know, a complete waste of your time.
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cog:
Blah blah blah
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cog:
Oh God no, you’ll never get Lynne to go; she, I think she’s sort of adamant
that anything that’s popular, that’s that popular? She just digs in
against. I saw it, I saw it eh, must’ve been Monday? But ehm, well, in a word?
Trash. Sentimental trash even, if you’ll grant me the adjective.
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cog:
You didn’t think it was really eh, what, manipulative? The eh, the eh, I mean,
do we need the Disney strings to flag up every emotional moment? It just seemed
everything about it was so obvious, big signposts to
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cog:
And all that quasi-religious, or Christian symbolism, that didn’t worry you in
any way?
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cog:
But it was just so obvious, the mother’s called Mary for God’s sake. I mean if
that’s not, and there’s an adoration of the Magi scene, and a wound- the kid
cuts his finger and E.T. heals him, and the whole Sistine Chapel thing,
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cog
(confused): The, what animals? The thing with the frogs you mean? Is
there a setting the animals free scene in the gospels? You’re maybe confusing
it with the ehm, the moneylenders in the temple or uh, the plague of
frogs? Which I think is purely Old Testament. Oh and eh, and don’t forget his
death and resurrection.
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cog:
Oh fuck sorry. What, wait, you didn’t
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cog
(yawning): Mm,
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cog:
“Blade Runner”? The guys spitting the paper at us?
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cog:
Oh God really? What, was she sick or something?
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cog:
And you thought, what, you’re turning round in your seat about to explode at
them? Oh my God, that’s awful. Jesus. Did they take her out?
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cog:
Was she okay? I mean, she wasn’t bleeding or anything was she? Was she out for
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cog:
What you mean I know, I I know her? A little girl?
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cog:
No I’ve. I’ve no idea. Proceed.
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cog:
No. Way.
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Laughter.
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cog:
Miss Gordon married with kids? That is unreal. But she was always so…
Huh. I… Huh. Miss Gordon with two kids. Of her own.
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cog:
Just, I mean, both with her? Maybe she’s got a whole brood of ‘em
stashed away someplace. Did she tell you, what age are they? Did she say
anything about her husband?
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cog:
Oh geez well, there’s… I suppose that was the next logical step. God I’m
still kind of, the kids thing’s really thrown me. But so she, she must have
recognised you, to, that says a lot for your uh… character, that she would
remember you after all this time, don’t you think?
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cog:
That’s very sweet of you to offer, but please, no, I really… Once was enough.
Hey you should take Miss Gordon, or eh, whoever she is these days. You should
take her along ‘cause she’ll have eh, well she’ll have missed it as well. God
what an ordeal. Well, what can I say? You’re the hero of the hour. Well done
you.
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