Thirty-Five Year Old – John Self

 

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Today is my birthday. I am thirty-five years old. According to the last good book I read, this means that I am half way through my time travel, my travel through time. It doesn’t feel like that – it doesn’t feel like half way. The prestige number-plate on my Fiasco says OAP 5. I’ve got the mind of a kid, but I’m a pretty senior partner over at Rug & Gut & Gum. It feels as though I have just started out. It feels as though I am just about to end, just about to end. That’s what it feels like.

Martin Amis, Money

Published in: 35 Years Old | on June 12th, 2010 | 1 Comment »

Thirty-One Year Old – Lizzyboo Broadener

 

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To the movies with Lizzyboo Broadener. Lizzyboo: Hope’s big little sister, taller, blonder, rounder faced, fuller figured. Lizzyboo’s breasts are a family joke. Ah, those family jokes. Ah, those secondary sexual characteristics – those SSCs! This is the big question about Lizzyboo’s breasts: where did they come from? No other Broadener, past or present, has got Lizzyboo’s breasts. Hope hasn’t got Lizzyboo’s breasts. She makes do with Hope’s instead, which are a whole lot smaller. It was felt (the family joke continues) that Marmaduke might give Hope’s Lizzyboo’s breasts, or at least make Hope’s bigger. But there’s Marmaduke for you – disobliging to the last. When Marmaduke was done with Hope’s breasts, they were mauled and drained and chewed and tugged all right, but no bigger. A lot sorer – but no bigger. And there’s childless Lizzyboo (thirty-one and just starting to worry) with her beautiful twins. It’s very hot still, and she wears just a sleeveless T-shirt on the way to the flick. The clear lineaments of her embarrassing perfection spread agony on the street. The guys can’t take it. She makes Keiths of us all – or everyone except me, everyone except the man at her side, who doesn’t dare look. The SSCs on her. Will you look at those SCCs.

Martin Amis, London Fields

Published in: 31 Years Old | on May 15th, 2010 | No Comments »