Saturday, February 17, 2007

Feverish ex-English student has flashbacks

"I feel hot," I say to Mike when he comes into my room.

I am in bed. I am not normally in bed on a Thursday evening. I am normally, and should be, slaving away over fictional problems about people sueing other people for ridiculous things.

Mike steps over the bulges of the duvet and lies down next to me.

"I feel feverish," I say, trying to ignore my folder on the floor which was talking to me earlier. "Moist and fever..."

"What?" Mike says.

"Moist and fever dew? She has a flower on her.... brow?"

"What are you on about?"

"KEATS. I can't remember it."

Mike puts his arms around me and hushes. "You don't need to remember poems now darling, you do law now."

"I can't remember the last line of Keats. I always know Keats."

This is the last thing I remember. I suspect Mike was rather frightened and left the room. Can you blame him?

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5 Comments:

Anonymous andrew said...

When you've qualified, how long before you can resign without owing them anything?
To get on with your life.

6:22 PM 
Blogger billygean.co.uk said...

Immediately. it's a gift not a loan.

6:32 PM 
Anonymous andrew said...

Oh I'm so pleased for you.
Writer extraordinaire, poetess and legal eagle.

11:08 PM 
Blogger billygean.co.uk said...

Poetess, where did you get this from?

yes training contracts are a good deal.

excuse today's very boring blog.

1:00 AM 
Anonymous andrew said...

Poetess...don't know where that came from, but it just suits you.
Maybe you'll grow into it??

12:41 AM 

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