Authors: Robert Bryndza
Tags: #Love, #Book Club, #British, #iPhone, #Women's Fiction, #Comedy, #Diary Format, #Chicklit
In my bleary state, I realised it was the new Skype account Rosencrantz downloaded to talk to the Prada sunglasses guy, Clive. I clicked on the speakers and Meryl came booming through at full blast saying,
“Coco! It’s Cock-crow, and you’re still in your nightie?” I said I was recovering from a boozy lunch with Rosencrantz, Marika, and Chris where we all talked about men.
“What’s Rosencrantz talking about men for?”
“Because he’s gay,” I said. “You remember? He told us all over the PA system at your Silver Wedding party.”
“Yes,” said Meryl shuddering. “But, are you
he’s gay. He’d make some girl very happy.”
“Look,” I said. “I am not going to debate my son’s sexuality with you. Again. The penny should have dropped years ago when you made him all those evening gowns for his Barbie Dolls. Now. What can I do for you?”
“I was seeing if you wanted to come for Easter?”
“When is Easter?” I said.
“When is Easter?” said Tony popping up behind Meryl. “You Labour voters. I bet you could tell me when Ramadan is but not Good Friday.”
“Tony I’m talking,” said Meryl pushing him away. “Coco, Easter falls on April the tenth, Mum’s coming. Daniel will be in the States, Whistle Up The Wind
is doing very well… It’ll be your first Easter alone.”
Meryl blinked and let it hang there. I was too tired to think of an excuse, so I agreed.
“Super I’ll send you a note-let to confirm. Must dash.” With that there was another popping sound and the screen went blank.
What are you doing for Easter? Could you manufacture a fake relative who could die, and invite me to the funeral? I must try to get out of it. I must also get Rosencrantz to switch the computer off when he is finished. This Skype thing is too close for comfort. Last night, I was unwittingly introduced to Clive as I walked past in a towel.
“Ooh. Isn’t mum a curvy goddess?” He crooned. I couldn’t tell if it was meant as a compliment. He still had on his Prada sunglasses, indoors, at night. Their first proper date is tomorrow evening.
Wednesday 11th February 23:18
Thank you for your message. Why can’t you lie like other teenagers? I don’t need to know that the date is going well and you are going back to Clive’s ‘for coffee.’
. He just showed me the text you sent him; ‘Will the sunglasses come off along with the underwear?’
Could you please not send things like that to Chris? It puts him in a position of knowing too much and then he feels he has to tell me.
I went for tea and Corned Beef sandwiches with your Nan today, she sends you her love. There is a new resident in her home, Mrs. Burbridge, who is jostling to be top dog. Last night she led a coup in the Resident’s Lounge, which resulted in Eastenders
not being shown. I told her to tell Mrs. Braun, the manager but I was met with a torrent of expletives culminating in,
“ I aint a grass!” She is plotting to bring down Mrs. Burbridge.
“I control what is on the box round ‘ere,” she said, her eyes flashing. I told her not to make trouble, but she said whatever she does, it won’t be traced back to her. If I was Mrs. Burbridge, I would be scared. I saw Ethel surreptitiously slide the key off the tin of Corned Beef and into her handbag.
Thursday 12th February 15:47
Rosencrantz has ended it with Clive. They went on a second date yesterday to The Chamber of Horrors at Madam Tussauds
It was very dark, and for Health and Safety reasons a member of staff ordered him to remove his Prada sunglasses. Apparently, Clive has rather overdone it on the eye surgery. It looks like two peeled eggs are straining to evacuate his head. Rosencrantz screamed in terror and ran into the arms of a Dracula waxwork.
Saturday 14th February 13:44
You got six Valentine cards? I got a gas bill. Marika has had nothing from Aristotle, even though on their last date she let him take her up the Oxo Tower.
Presents from Clive keep arriving for Rosencrantz. They were supposed to be going for a luxury Valentine’s journey on The London Eye… The eye-rony!
Saturday 14th February 17:07
At four thirty, after Champagne, Handmade Belgian chocolates and a Tiffany Silver Spork had been delivered, Clive knocked on the door.
“Don’t answer it,” said Rosencrantz leaping into the airing cupboard and closing the door. Clive banged again and looked through the letterbox. I ran into the living room but he followed and saw me through the window. I pretended to be surprised to see him, and went to open the door.
“What can I do to win his heart?” begged Clive.
“You should find someone who wants to settle down,” I said, as nicely as I could. Clive pulled off his sunglasses and shouted,
“Does he know how rich I am? He’ll want for nothing!” Despite being forewarned, I still took a sharp intake of breath. I don’t know how his eyes were managing to stay in his head.
“Um…Money isn’t everything,” I said weakly.
“If you believe that then you’re a fool!” He spat. “I know you’re in there Rosencrantz,” he shouted. “I could make you a star!” We stood there awkwardly, as Rosencrantz remained in the airing cupboard.
“Fine!” he said, and turning on his loafers, he hailed a cab.
Rosencrantz quickly forgot about Clive. In fact, within three quarters of an hour, he had arranged a date via Facebook with a boy from his Elizabethan dance class. I couldn’t forget the look of desperation on Clive’s face. Will he ever find someone? Will I?
don’t cancel your date. I am okay. Aristotle came through and is taking Marika on a romantic horse-drawn carriage ride through Hyde Park. I’m just going to have a bath and go to bed early with the Belgian chocolates. I’m going to mash them up in a bowl, and eat the lot with the Silver Spork.
Sunday 15th February 11:44
No, I didn’t have the best evening. I was getting ready for bed when Daniel phoned. I thought it was going to be a nice build bridges/Valentine’s call, but all he wanted to know was if Ethel’s spare teeth were in the filing cabinet. She had rung him in a panic. Her set has vanished from the glass beside her bed. Yesterday, Ethel stole Mrs. Burbridge’s wig and threw it in the tea urn, where it melted onto the filament. She thinks the missing teeth are retaliation.
The sum of my Valentine’s evening was spent sterilising her spare set. I am taking them over in a minute, they have Steak Diane for lunch, and the Nursing Home use the cheapest cuts of meat.
You want to come over later? Marika wants to tell us about her amazing night with Kostas. She is also on at me to join up to Facebook. Which is where she found him. She thinks it would do me good to meet new people.
Monday 16th February 17:00
I am just fiddling with my new Facebook profile. What does it mean if someone pokes me? I just had an old school friend do just that. A guy called Rhydian. He was my first boyfriend. He dumped me because I threw sand at him. I was six at the time.
Tuesday 17th February 04:01
Do you remember a woman called Regan Turnbull? We taught with her when we were both at Manor High School. She has the most awful picture of me in one of her Facebook albums. Taken the night we got drunk in 1998 after the OFSTED inspection. Bad angle, bad haircut, bad diet. I look fifty - I was only thirty!
Tuesday 17th February 04:12
Sorry! Go back to sleep. I completely lost track of the time. I will message her and ask her to take the picture off. Rhydian’s poke was platonic. He is married.
Tuesday 17th February 21:00
I now have 100 Facebook friends. Just keeping up with all of them is exhausting. You click through their photos and profiles and you are confronted with another person you had consigned to your past.
One of them is a woman who heads an influential policy group at Chatham House, campaigning against beheadings in Saudi Arabia. The last time I saw her, we were five and I tried to steal her Cindy Doll, she ended up with the body and me with the head.
Rosencrantz had to prize my hands off the mouse this evening when dinner was ready,
“You haven’t like washed today mum,” he said.
No response from Regan Turnbull. I keep looking at that awful picture. She never asked if she could put it out there for the entire world to see!
Wednesday 18th February 16:30
Sorry I missed your calls. I turned on the computer at nine this morning then I looked up and it was 3pm!
211 friends and counting. I chatted to Rhydian today. He bought me a Virtual Cactus, which I must remember to virtually water. I bought him some Virtual Chocolate.
We worked out our ‘porn names.’ Mine is Bambi Turner for which he sent me a Super Poke, his is Kenton Fluffbag. I threw a Sheep at him. He is so nice to chat to. He has a daughter the same age as Rosencrantz.
Bad news RE Regan Turnbull. On further inspection, she hasn’t posted on her Wall or updated her status in months.
I phoned the number listed on her profile and her Husband answered. He told me she ran off with another man last summer, and hasn’t been heard of since. She met the man on Facebook.
I asked him if he knew her account password to remove the photo but he said,
“If I did, this affair would’ve been nipped in the bud.” Poor man.
Wednesday 18th February 17:03
I have now looked at the photo of me so many times that it’s coming up as the first result when you Google ‘Coco Pinchard!’
Daphne from Ohio is now in second place.
To top it all, the Cactus from Rhydian has died. I forgot to virtually water it. Am gutted.
Wednesday 18th February 21:47
Had my first tiff with Rhydian. My status is set to, ‘Coco is currently annoyed with Rhydian’
The reason; he bought me a Virtual Goldfish, to make up for the loss of my Virtual Cactus. What with mounting friend requests and my search for Regan, I just don’t have time for pets.
Thursday 19th February 08:04
I haven’t slept. Rhydian said the Virtual Goldfish would be low maintenance, but it was ill in the night.
I also found Sophie Snow White’s profile. It is set to private so I can’t view her. I don’t want to friend request her.
A horrible thought…What if she is still seeing Daniel?
Thursday 19th February 09:15
I found a way around it. I set up a fake account as ‘Karen Pritchard’ and ‘friended’ Snow White.
There are many pictures in her photo album, mostly taken in nightclubs holding on to different men with her pink-stained tongue poking out. None of Daniel, thank god.
I am going to engage her in some online chat, and pump her for information.
Thursday 19th February 10:01
I hope you don’t mind - but I used a photo of you on my fake profile. I was talking to Snow White as ‘Karen’ and she wanted to know what I looked like. The only pictures I had on the hard drive were of you or Goldie Hawn, and even she’s not that gullible.
Snow White is in a relationship with a guy who works as a DJ in Manchester. She said that she
seeing an ‘older guy,’ but he was ‘crap in bed.’
I am quite offended… Daniel is/was actually rather good. Am I terribly inexperienced? Should I get out there more? However, where is ‘out there’ these days?
Thursday 19th February 11:46
I have just written something on Snow White’s Wall that I am not proud of.
I wrote SLAG.
As well as Daniel, she was sleeping with Prince Charming from the Pantomime!
Thursday 19th February 11:56
Oops. No I didn’t. I wrote SALG. Snow White thinks it’s a ‘cool word’ and she has started up a new Facebook group called ‘The SALGS.’
Just her and me are members so far.
Thursday 19th February 12:30
I blew my cover and told Sophie what I thought of her. She sent one word back; FREAK
She also ordered me to leave The SALGS - which now has 124 members, including Chris!
Thursday 19th February 19:00
Thank you for leaving the SALGS, I appreciate your loyalty.
I just experienced an intervention when Marika came up the stairs with Rosencrantz. I hadn’t noticed the door go. She took me into the bathroom and showed me my reflection in the mirror.
I was shocked. I looked ancient and unwashed with huge dark circles under my eyes.
Rosencrantz changed the passwords on my accounts and de-activated me. He has taken on my Virtual Goldfish.
They led me downstairs, poured wine, and made me eat. I thought I would be so mad with them but I felt calm. I’m not in a good place, but the Internet is a far worse place for me to be right now.
Friday 20th February 16:33
Thank you for last night. A good sleep has put things in perspective.
Ethel just phoned to see how I am doing. (Apparently, she came over in the week but I didn’t see or hear her.)
She said if her Wilf were still alive, he too would have been addicted to the Internet,
“What with all that free porn, it would’ve made life easier for ‘im,” she said. “In later years ‘is back was so bad ‘e couldn’t reach the top shelf magazines.”
I told Ethel I wasn’t looking at that kind of thing and put the phone down. I have just had a text from Rhydian asking if I fancied a drink this evening. He says he misses me on Facebook. Should I go? It’s just a drink and our Facebook relationship was platonic. Might be nice to get out … I’ve just sat on the stairs all morning, smoking.