A Question Of Consent

Coffee mug to hand, Primate Research book to left eye vision and coffee steam streams up nostrils.
Across the table sit Chand, Ain and Stramwell.

Auntie Flam opening plastic hanging strips is greeted by bacon, mushrooms and eggs frying aroma. Elderly, she walks with a butt clench. Holding in a tight belly-cramped nip of wind of ill disease.
“Death on Earth,” she croaks in colloquialisms known only to herself.
Vege course lay ahead for our character, an aeroplane pilot.
Sitting back now, stretching a yawn on the plastic chair of East Airport Lounge.
Green plastic chair, metal legs bolted to the ground.
Right fingertip removes night’s crusty eye wax build-up, immediately feels more awakened. Shiny unwashed face. Hand on coffee cup, drinks, gulp.

Chand and Ain are eating heartedly, chomp, all their turbans flexing light in the glittered early morn rays.
He excuses himself for a toilet need and Chand and Ain get to talking: subject– air pressure.

These good pals had first met whilst chucking stones in the air in their youths, in the Mumbai Rights Movement– Tardeo Drive Core.
Defeating cartels of local menace and graduating to hero icons in the village of home, they had been content with the perks of this rested laurels lifestyle; the free drinks, social acclaim etc.
By their mid-twenties they were all hooked on planes and had applied for pilot posts on the same day.

For Steve’s newest birthday he vacated solo and returning, bragged of a prize antique he had procured from a walking staggered hag whilst on the Algarve Peninsula.
Sloshing through the wine coloured sea, he thrust the potion to his lips.
The little bottle was still full.

Steve cleaned his teeth + headed out, quadruped Steve tight as sinewy stretch.
Changing a tire was a breeze.
No more awkward “teenage” lunging. Party Steve, Left Bank Steve. Partying it up on the Left Bank   Steve!
Balloons full of helium and Steve inhaling them, treating 7 to 8 people to his high vocals.
Drip-dropping the potion into his and a young lady’s mouth he has just hooked up with at the party.

Years later they met back up at a strip club in Birmingham.
I’ve been involved in adult clubs for a while now.
We’ve just had a horror themed weekend. A flippin nightmare if I can be candid, wet spots everywhere.
Do you miss the core?
Not me, I did my bit.

I’m still with Air America.

Irin is waiting for the phone in her pocket to go off. It has to be set to vibrate.
The end of the vibration marks the beginning of the end of her working day.
She is anticipating the countdown “I wonder what Maxim is doing right now?”
Maxim running around George Square, Glasgow. Not so different from Moscow on a cold wint nigh.
The routine was: running the streets every night from 8 till 10 then back home, hot camomile tea go down & snug glow satisfaction of la tomcat having done his rounds.
Glasgow was his, it felt natural.
Unlocking the car doors and getting into the cold shell, Irin drives out of the car park.
Maxim caressing his scrotal sac whilst walking over George IV Bridge, a clockwork-regular unobserved public pleasure source.

My mother was a true golf widow
            The old man was sensory

Fine dining.
“Corev knows much more than your average, no?”
“Red balloon day when we nabbed him, an asset.”
“Corev’s my man!”
“He’s your man alright.”
“I’m sending him the meeting minutes as we speak.”

(Opening shot)
A moors scene. Gothic castle on hill. Horse on moorland. Warrior on horse, he looks weary, horse whinnies at the sight of the castle.
(Cut to)
Witch inside castle dungeon, chained to wall. We see red hot metal poker in gauntlet.
We hear “Corev’s your man.”

Interior. Bedroom. Plush
Woman and man wearing ‘indoor clothes’.
Camera rolls along lines of expensive clothes wrapped in plastic hanging inside large closet.

(Cut to) Futuristic breathing mask being fitted onto man in doctor’s room.
(Music starts)
(Cut to)
Woman wearing T-shirt with ‘Elfin Movements’ written on it. Camera pulls out and along the street until it focuses on face of a different (kind) woman.
Camera follows her walking (kindly) out of shot.
Camera pulls to face of man watching her walk. Camera stays on his face for a while then pulls down to reveal he is pushing a pram.
He turns corner and another man walks into shot.
As they pass, the words “You just make money illegitimately,” are heard as the thoughts of the man pushing the pram.
‘Elfin Movements T-shirt’ walks into a conference hall and sits down. Some brief prep, then a lecturer stands to the front of the class and starts with “Elfin N Griffin was what you’d call a real starlet. She rode horseback, often nude, into the heart of the gen public and remains to this day, a potent symbol of her eras’ sexual status and a renowned Jewish actress in the history of early film.”

1936
“Darling, darling Richard.”
“Ay-up she wants a fucking. Just finished with the horse, now gotta service the misses.”
“C or A is it? O maybe? Maybe all three. Well, I’ll be seeing you then.”
Gets up off picnic blanket. Camera pulls out to reveal he is in his large garden picnicking with four little girls.
“Bye bye,” the girls chorus back.
Tromping off, he meets his wife, “Ruddy fool, what on earth are you wearing?”
“John made it for me, it’s super isn’t it? Oh do tell me you love it!”
“John?”
“You love it don’t you Richard?”
“I love it. You’re so giddy, John’s got you excited, where is he?”
“I don’t know, erm, he was here a minute ago. Where were you?”
“Having a picnic with the girls.. John!..John!”

He wonders off shouting ”John!”

Waking up and walking.
This babe’s hot dude.

So before the head chefs come out, as they do on a nightly basis, we bring in the strippers right, dressed as Hitler Youth and goose-stepping.
‘Why must I be the thief’ by Can playing on the sound system.
They flash folk

and that’s where I first met Casey and that bunch,
they entered through the ‘discrete’ side door.
I shut the Savanna Safari book I was perusing and turn my full attention to them.

They make a proposal.
I watch them pole dance and agree yes, they are hot.
Tell them how much money they can (potentially) make a night, if they are enterprising.

Step with me. Join the show.