(The Rowlings Years Book 2)
© Chris Rose
This time the upheaval’s personal; less a “Britain on the brink” for more our protagonist being on Britain’s brink, heading outwards, over the water by way of the odd blunder.
You’ve got it, Phillip Rowlings is back, all grown up (cough…)
A new dawn approaches – “the real out-with-the-old-and-in-with-the-new,” deems Emmaline; “the shedding of crinkly baggage.” What with a tired and tested Conservative party spiralling downward, and the emergence of a New Labour drawing near, the writing is on the wall; things, as they’d in time say, could only get better. And how better might Britain reflect these “things” than by her plec-plucking, punch-packing musical sons! Oasis? Blur? The ’80s are gone and good riddance to them, that’s what Phillip thinks!
Or he would, were he to think at all…
He couldn’t give a garlic snail about emerging British dawns; he wants out. And has invested years applying himself to that end – he’s heard the call, you see. Or rather, the calls, conveyed by T.Rex’s Marc Bolan, and Blind Date’s Cilla Black. And if you think that’s weird, how might they inspire our ex-Soul rebel-without-a-clue to… become a Nancy Boy, for the one year only?
Phillip no longer sees life in black and white, for blue, white, and red, perfect symmetry, height, width. And it all looks lovely on the brochure. Save that – hélas – he’s never been skilled in the shedding of crinkly baggage.
Still, he will encounter the unforeseen, as you do when things come… unforeseen. Poor Phillip, somebody once said. Well, maybe this time it’s more a case of lucky Phillip. Maybe.
Cigarettes are cheaper in France, too.
But let’s get one thing clear from the outset – dès le départ, as they say in the old hexagon. This isn’t A Year in Provence…
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