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shakingshore · 7 years

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She thinks she’s fallen in love more than once.

inspired by this headcanon from @badwolfxoncomingstorm (in which the doctor visits rose in her past, before she began traveling with him)

She’s walking to her Mum’s after she comes back from work to an empty flat. It’s completely bare, save her things piled in the closet and the sofa Jimmy probably couldn’t fit in his run-down van. Bed frame was gone, dirty mattress left on the floor. Bills are piled on the counter, all have her name on it. Slimy bastard.

Rose doesn’t let tears fall, not for him. This isn’t love, it doesn’t end like this. She doesn’t want to stay here either, where she is alone.

But now that she’s walking in the dark, she immediately regrets that decision. She hears heavy footsteps behind her and she quickens her pace to try and lose them.

It’s no use, but there’s no harm in trying.

“Hey, Rose!”, a woman calls, and then she feels an arm loop around hers. It’s soft and warm and secure and makes her feel safe. She hangs onto the blonde woman in a dark coat, squeezing her arm in thanks. “Keep walking, act like we know each other.”

Rose plays into the act, leaning into the woman and smiling lightly. The footsteps slow down and she’s too afraid to look behind her. She notices the woman turn her head, staring directly at whoever was following them. When she’s satisfied with what she sees, the woman turns her attention back to her with a stern look.

“Don’t you know it’s dangerous to be walking around in the dark on your own?”

“I was lucky you came by, then,” Rose says, relief making her way into her voice. They walk in silence, adrenaline and fear subsiding. She holds onto the woman’s arm like a a lifeline, and Rose is grateful that she doesn’t seem to mind. Before she knows it, Rose was in front of her flat building. The woman loosens her grip and her face falls.

“Be careful, alright?”

“Thank you.” The woman starts to step away, but Rose panics. “How’d you know my name?”

Her smile is soft, gently grazing her lips. “Lucky guess. The name suits you.”

She smiles back in thanks. The woman walks away, occasionally glancing back to see if she’s still standing there. Rose watches her curiously, the warm feeling in her heart leaving with the woman.

She’s walking through the park on her lunch break when a couple of boys run past her, nearly pushing her over. She sees them hide behind a tree in the distance, and she searches the park to find who they were running from.

A man marches closer to her, and angry scowl written on his face, and she puts two and two together.

She gets right in the man’s path and he stops in his tracks. When he looks at her the lines in his face soften. He’s grey, and bit bony. Has he got velvet lining in his coat?

“What d’ya think your doin’, chasing kids around like that?” her arms are crossed and she’s got a scowl of her own.

She’s thrown off guard by his manic smile. “How do you know they’re not the guilty party?” he asks her. Ah, he’s Scottish. “They’ve stolen something from me.”

Rose lets her arms fall to her sides and mumbles, “Doesn’t mean you have to chase them like the Grim Reaper, or whatever.”

She walks towards the boys at the tree and they come out of their hiding place, looking only slightly guilty at getting caught. She recognizes them once she sees their faces. A couple of Bev’s great nephews or something.

“What’re you two doin’, hm? Taking things from this older gentleman like that?” she says accusingly as she gets closer. A voice behind her questions ,’old?’ but she ignores him.

“It was only a bit of fun.”

“Yeah, well, I’m sure it wasn’t fun to this man and now I’m late for work, so imagine how fun it’ll be when your aunt finds out I lost my job because of you.” Yeah, they probably wouldn’t care if she was two minutes late, but kids don’t know that yet. “Hand him his things and you won’t get in any trouble.”

They handed him a photograph, a pair of sunglasses, and some sort of torch, mumbling apologies and running away.

“That’s settled, then. Sorry ‘bout that,” she says with a smile.

The man grabs her hand with both of his and presses a light kiss to it, and she flushes. “Thank you very much, sorry for the inconvenience.”

“S’alright,” she dismisses. She really had to hurry, now. She excuses herself quickly and politely and begins to walk back to where she came from.

“Keep track of your things, alright?” she calls over her shoulder, and his deep laughter follows her all the way to work.

As the cashier waits for her to give the proper payment, she digs through her pockets only to find a couple of crumpled bills. And just her luck, her wallet is at home. Hell, even if she had her wallet she still might have been short.

How pathetic is she, that she doesn’t even have enough money for chips?

The cashier clears his throat and she glares at him, moving to get out of line with a “sorry to waste your time”.

“I can pay for her,” the bloke in line behind her says.

“Oh, you really don’t have to,” she protests, trying to keep her dignity intact, but the cashier is already accepting the money and handing him the receipt.

“You didn’t have to do that,” Rose insists, “it’s just chips.”

He waves off the excuse. “Happens to me all the time. Never have my wallet. I don’t think I have a wallet, actually.”

He’s a bit mad, she thinks. She takes in his appearance. He’s tall and sinewy, sort of a professor type, if professors could be that young. His trousers are a bit short, boots scuffed, he’s wearing a bow tie. Yep, a bit mad.

“How am I supposed to pay you back?”

“I’m sure you’ll do eventually.” He looks sad, his smile familiar. Odd, because she’s never seen a man like him in her life. He picks up two orders of chips from the counter and hands one to her. She doesn’t know why, but his kindness makes her heart stutter.

He’s reluctant to accept her means of paying him back, but it doesn’t mean she won’t try. “You can sit with me, maybe? Don’t really want to go back home.”

“I don’t think...”

“It’s a bit lonely, sitting here on my own.”

He looks at her like he knows what loneliness feels like.

“I’m on a bit of a time crunch, but I’ll take a rain check,” he tells her. He’s already moving out the door.

“How’re you gonna find me? I don’t even know your name!” she laughs.

“The day I find you again will be the luckiest day of my life!”

She figures that’s his way of saying she can’t pay him back. The thought of never finding him, though, is completely bonkers. But hope is always good.

"Don’t stay out all night!”

“Try and stop me.”

Rose makes her way to her building when she hears a choked cough behind her. She whips her head around and sees a man, tall and lean, slouched like he’s about to be sick in the snow.

“You alright, mate?” she asks kindly. He grumbles a response, like he doesn’t want to be heard. He tilts his head to gaze at her from under his brow. She can’t see his face but she can tell he’s not leering at her. She can tell he’s not that kind of man.

She asks if he’s had too much to drink and he gives some vague response, and he must be really pissed if he can’t even string together a proper sentence.

Rose steps away from him but it doesn’t feel right. He might get hurt out here all on his own.

“Maybe it’s time you went home.”

He straightens up at her suggestion. The shadows play across his across his face as he shifts and he’s staring at her with the saddest eyes. “Yeah.”

Oh, God, it sounds like he’s about to cry and her eyes are stinging in sympathy. A depressing drunk, she thinks he is. Maybe he lost someone. Maybe he’s starting over, leaving the things of his past behind. It is a new year, after all.

And now she’s making him sound all poetic, like he’s a man from a fantasy.

Of course, that fantasy is forgotten when he suddenly asks her for the year.

A depressed, clueless drunk, she amends her earlier statement.

“January the first, 2005.”

“2005. Tell you what,” and his smile brightens but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes, “I bet you’re going to have a really great year.”

He’s telling her like he knows, and for a moment she believes him, and they’re smiling at each other like a couple of loons in the snow. If her year is as interesting as this conversation it’d definitely be a hell of a ride.

“See ya,” she says, and it’s a promise that she never thought she’d keep.

“I’m sorry.”

Rose hums, accepting his repeated apology but not willing to move her eyes away from the arching, frozen waves in front of her. She takes his hand.

The lines of his face deepen. “I shouldn’t have even considered taking you into your own past. It’s dangerous.”

“I know. You did it, though, and it can’t be undone,” she says. She’s learned a lot in the past few days, one of them being that time travel comes with a set of rules. “’S sort of nice to know you’d do that for me.”

The Doctor scoffs. “And risk your life like that? I don’t think so.”

“You’d want another chance, wouldn’t you? Some stolen time with people you love.”

He pauses. Rose thinks he’s already had enough experience with losing people before their time. Some of them at his own hands, even.

“And you gave that to me, even if it hurt in the end. At least he didn’t die alone like before, y’know? At least he had someone.”

She finally looks at him, and he’s already staring down at her. His ears are turning pink from the cold and her cheeks feel like their frozen solid. He’s shifting out of his leather jacket before she can protest and she is suddenly surrounded by his warmth. He wraps his arms around her, protecting her against the breeze, and she leans her head forward onto his chest.

“Thank you, Doctor.” Rose isn’t really sure what she’s thanking him for, really. He’s done so much for her, and she couldn’t possibly show enough gratitude and love in a few words.

His arms tighten around her and she feels grounded, safe, protected, appreciated. She feels everything.

“Anything for you, Rose.”

#doctor x rose #thirteen x rose #twelve x rose #i wrote all of these at different times so im sorry if its inconsistent with the tone of the whole thing aha #ficandchips #my little fic #this headcanon hurts me physically btw #because they would #i switched up some stuff from the original post but ljkddhfskjh #dw

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loveisblindfanfiction · 8 years

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Chapter Twenty

Performing on stage with The Darkness was one of the best moments of my life. Closely followed by the day when I wrapped filming the short film for Karl Lagerfeld and received a cheque for a million dollars.

The film itself wasn’t complicated. It was called ‘Reincarnation’ and starred both myself and Pharrell Williams. It was about a bell boy and a waitress working in the same hotel who were reincarnations of two people that had been in love and had the romantic moment of the two of them dancing together painted in a portrait. We played our modern characters then did a flashback of the two of us dancing in our dated characters.

The whole film wasn’t just an excuse for Karl to show off his brilliant costume designs but it was also a commentary on interracial couples and I was quite proud to be a part of the piece.

I was a little confused about what to do with my new influx of cash. I was almost scared to spend the money. Even though I was technically a millionaire now I still lived in the shabby little two-bedroom apartment with James and Paul because, well, I liked there. I liked living with them. So when the two of them questioned me as to why I was still living with them, I explained; if I was to spend my money on buying a house myself, that would mean I would no longer be able to live with them.

“Darling, whatever house you buy, we’re coming with you. Like, you get no say in the matter. So make sure it’s a nice one so I can decorate it.” Said James simply.

They didn’t really understand; I was used to living in the middle class with a modest yet comfortable wage from my cello playing. All the bonus’s I got from modelling, I had saved because I was positive that it wouldn’t last.

But now I had consistent modelling work and was getting sizable pay cheques on a regular basis. So it was safe for me to spend my money and still have some savings. But what did I spend it on?

Brand names were throwing their clothes at me to wear so there was no need to buy clothes, which was what I suspected many other women would have spent the money on. I had no time to take an expensive vacation. Things like cars and technology were useless to me given my disability. There was nothing that I really wanted that would put a dint in my amassed fortune. So I decided to buy presents for other people.

James I gave free reign to find a place for us to live and to furnish it and decorate it the way he wanted. For Paul I brought an electric cello, as well as one for myself. For my family I brought a series of gifts that I would present them with when I saw them.

…

I flipped a coin to see who I would take as my date to the British Independent Film awards. Paul won. James’s constellation prize was to choose my outfit, which he seemed pretty happy.

On the sixth of December I stood on the red carpet wearing MSGM Embellished Floral Velvet Dress with Diane Von Furstenberg Bethany Suede pumps. I paired it with a Jimmy Choo 'Cloud' Metal Flower clutch and Stephen Webster Gold Struck Garnet earrings.

Walking the red carpet was a strange feeling for me. Paul would stay with me and show me to each interviewer waiting to talk to me on the red carpet. Then there was a section where I stood with Paul simply smiling while people snapped a bunch of pictures, then I stood by myself while the cameras went wild. It was very disorientating for me when they were all calling my name trying to get my attention, I had no idea where to look or what to do. It wasn’t flustering enough that I knew everything I did was being photographed but when they were all calling my name and wanting my attention in different directions, it was downright confusing.

I think Paul saw I was getting a little overwhelmed because he gently took my hand and lead me inside.

“Why did I even come to this thing? I’m not nominated for anything.” I grumbled.

“It’s about the star power at these events.” Said Paul quietly as he led me towards our, “And like it or not, you’re a star.”

I grumbled quietly at his comment. I certainly didn’t feel like a star and I certainly didn’t want to be one.

“I think these are our seats.” Said Paul placing my hands on the back of a chair.

As I sat down, a voice next to me spoke.

“Oh hey!” she said, sounding vaguely surprised, “I saw you at fashion week. Didn’t you walk in the Victoria Secret show recently?” they asked.

“Yes I did.” I smiled as I heard Paul squeak behind me, what was his problem.

“Hi, I’m Keira.” She said introducing herself, I held my hand out for her to shake which she did with a little too much enthusiasm, “I love your style by the way. You’ve got a style that’s a little grunge but still stylish. I love it. It’s edgy.” She told me.

“Thank you.” I smiled, “But it’s not really me, his boyfriend likes to play dress up with me.” I said gesturing over my shoulder to Paul.

“Hi, I’m Paul.” He said breathlessly, reaching over my shoulder to greet Keira, “I’m such a big fan.” He told her.

“Thank you.” Said Keira happily.

“Are you nominated for anything tonight?” I asked curiously, was she an actor or just another celebrity filling a seat like me?

“Oh no, I’m just here to get the press buzzing about my new movie. It’s called Collateral Beauty.” She told me.

“I’ll try and check it out.” I told her happily.

“Keira,” called another voice.

“Excuse me.” She said, patting my knee before she started talking to the person who had called her name.

“Gerty!” hissed Paul and I turned to face him, “You were just talking to Keira Knightly!” he said in aghast.

I blinked in shock; had I? I didn’t realize. She just told me her name was Keira, how was I supposed to know she was Keira Knightly?

She didn’t introduce herself with her last name, no one really did that, so how was I supposed to know? It wasn’t like she had lied. She’d just omitted to tell me the truth.

“Huh.” I said as something suddenly made clicked into place and made sense inside my head.

“What?” asked Paul.

“Nothing. I just realized how easy it was for Kit to omit who he was without actually lying.” I said quietly.

“But he did lie.” Paul reminded me, “He told you his name was Catesby and he told you he was a theatre actor.”

Again, I suddenly realized that Kit hadn’t exactly lied to me. He told me he was a theatre actor because that was what he was trained in and what he was working as when I met him. He told me his last name was Catesby because legally, that was his last name. He hadn’t exactly lied, he’d just given me alternate information, none of it was false. It just wasn’t the well known facts.

Once again it took a third unbiased person, like Keira Knightly, to make me see my situation with Kit from a different perspective.

When I removed the factor of lying from the equation, a lot of the anger and betrayal I felt suddenly seemed null and void. Yes, he had still taken a despicable thing, but I could now see how easy it would have been to fall into that trap. Keira had done it without even realizing it!

It suddenly felt highly improbably that Kit had targeted me specifically because I was blind. I had previously assumed his only interest in me had been because I was blind but now… that just didn’t seem likely anymore.

But his reasons behind his deception were also a lot clearer to me now. Not just because of what Taylor had said, but because of my own experiences with fame now. People I hadn’t spoken to since high school were randomly contacting me now through Facebook wanting to get back in touch. I was nowhere near as famous as Kit or Taylor and even I was suspicious of people’s motivations nowadays.

Against my will I was slowly beginning to understand why Kit had done what he had done and I didn’t like it because it made my hate melt away and when the hate was gone, it made my old feelings for him come bubbling back and I absolutely refused to feel that way.

The ceremony started and I was still reeling from my revelation about Kit when the nominees for Best Supporting Actor were read out.

I recognized some of the names and some of the movies, but the last one in particular stood out to me, “Kit Harington, for Samuel in Brimstone.” Said the announcer.

I blinked in shock; he was here.

Of course he was here. He was an actor and this was a ceremony for actors. I knew then that he knew I was here. I was almost positive that he had been watching me at some point and I had been completely unaware of it.

I gritted my teeth as I waited for the anger to flare inside of me, I had grown so used to it in the past couple of months but it never came. Despite my early thoughts on it, I knew I was well and truly past that stage of grief when it was not my automatic and natural reaction.

“And the winner is… Kit Harington.”

I made myself move. I had to think several times that I needed to clap because that was what everyone else was doing before I actually did it. I raised my hands and clapped like everyone else. As far as everyone knew, Kit meant nothing to me and I had no reason not to clap.

“This is a huge honour. Thankyou.” Said Kit his voice echoing around the room thanks to the microphone as everyone stopped clapping.

I folded my hands in my lap, they felt strange, my palms were tingling for the force of which I had clapped them together. I hadn’t meant to clap so hard but it seemed I wasn’t in entirely in control of them.

"Everyone in this category is an inspiration to me. I don't even know how any of us manages to survive this job, and looking up to you makes me stronger, and is one of my favourite things to do. Well, that and drinking a banana and kale smoothies.” Said Kit.

I froze in shock as a ripple of laughter went through the room; he did not just say that.

"This movie was a great experience for me because it was different to a lot of things I had done in the past. A very important person in my life once encouraged me to try different things and grow as an artist. So I’d like to dedicate this to her.” He said seriously.

I sat in my chair in absolute shock, unable to gain enough control over my body to clap my hands like everyone else in the room.

Paul’s shoulder pressed into mine as he leaned over to whisper in my ear, “Gerty was he talking about y-”

“Shut up Paul.” I said immediately.

I could let him finish that sentence because it would confirm the truth I already knew and I wasn’t sure I could handle that.

Why on earth would he not only make a unique reference to a unique part of our relationship, the smoothies, but thank me in his speech? Why on earth would he do that? What did that mean?

My confusion quickly turned to frustration and I barely paid attention to the rest of the ceremony as I examined each work Kit had said in his speech and try and construct the double meaning he had so obviously placed on it.

During one of the add breaks, when guests were free to talk and mingle amongst the other guests, I was talking to Keira when we were suddenly interrupted.

“Oh, I have to pee.” Said Keira, “Do you know where the toilets are around here?” she asked me.

“Afraid not.” I said regretfully.

“I wonder if anyone… oh Kit!” she said as if she only just noticed him, “Kit do you know where the toilets are?” she asked.

For a split second I hoped against hope, bargaining once again, that it wasn’t him. There was another Kit. It could be any other Kit in the world! I didn’t care. It wasn’t Kit Harington. It couldn’t be.

“Just out in the lobby.” He replied.

Of course it was.

“Great.” Said Keira and I heard her chair shift as she stood up, “Keep my seat warm for me Harington, I’ll be right back.” She said wistfully.

I heard the chair shift again as he sat down. He was close enough that I could smell his aftershave and his signature scent which smelt vaguely of tobacco. It was just a little too convenient that Paul was over at the bar getting the two of us a drink in that moment. We were alone.

I could feel his eyes on me and I stared back wistfully, I wasn’t going to let him know how uncomfortable I was. We sat in silence for a moment and I knew he was waiting for me to break it, “Hi.” I stated flatly.

“Hi.” He said, dragging out the ‘I’ sound for a moment, seeming a little unsure.

“Congratulations on the award.” I said simply. It seemed like the obvious thing to say.

“Thank you.” He replied.

Part of me wanted to avoid to completely ignore what he said in his speech. Another part of me wanted to confront him about it because I got the strange impression that he thought he was being clever in mentioning me and knowing I wouldn’t bring it up. I decided to put him on the spot.

“So was the girl you were thanking in your speech your girlfriend?” I asked lightly as if I was merely commenting on the weather.

“She used to be until I screwed it up.” He said in the same light tone.

“How does your new girlfriend feel about that?” I asked pointedly.

“I wouldn’t know. I don’t have one.” He replied.

“Really?” I asked my voice coloured with disbelief, “How’s Emilia?” I demanded.

“How’s Jai?” he fired back.

“Holidaying in Brazil with a lovely model I introduced him to.” I said sweetly.

“Oh.” He said, seeming taken aback.

I was proud that I had caught him off guard. He had made assumptions about me and I wanted to quickly clear them up. But to be fair, I also made assumptions about him and he seemed to want to make his position known as well.

But that wasn’t my full position and I decided I wanted to let him know where I stood with him.

“I’ve decided something.” I announced after a moment of silence.

“What?” he asked curiously.

“I’ve decided I don’t hate you anymore.” I declared.

The moment I said those words I felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I literally felt lighter and as if I was able to breathe easier.

“You don’t?” he asked in disbelief.

“I understand why you did what you did and I’m not angry about it anymore.” I told him.

“Well that’s nice to hear.” He said sounding relieved.

I nodded in response, no, I was not angry anymore and that was a very freeing feeling.

“I’ve been going over everything these past couple of months and I wanted to say-” he began but I cut him off.

“I said I don’t hate you. I didn’t say I forgive you.” I qualified.

As I said the words, a little of my anger flared within me. Just because I didn’t hate him didn’t mean I forgave him. I may have understood his reasoning but that did not excuse them.

There was a moment of tense silence when I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my face as he stared at me. I did not react, no matter how much I wanted to. It was like an itch that I couldn’t scratch.

Thankfully Paul returned, “Here Gerty.” He said as he placed a drink in my hand.

“Thank you.” I replied as I took a sip, grateful for something to do with my hands.

It was obvious the tension between myself and Kit, so obvious that Paul commented on it.

“Is everything ok?” he asked timidly.

“Yes.” I said as I swallowed my mouthful of wine, “Kit was just leaving.” I said promptly. I was done talking to him and I wanted him to leave. I didn’t want to hear anything else he had to say Not tonight.

I heard him sigh deeply before the chair shifted and I knew he was gone when Paul spoke again, “What happened?” he asked quietly.

“Nothing.” I answered.

“Really? I go to get a drink and come back to find you sitting with your ex. You’re looking smug and he looks like he’s about to cry.” He stated flatly.

“I told him I didn’t hate him.” I shrugged as if it was no big deal. Which, as far as Paul was concerned, it wasn’t.

“Then why did he look sad?”

“Probably because I told him right after that I didn’t forgive him.” I sad as I took another sip of my drink. I was fine. Everything was fine.

Paul was silent for a moment before he spoke, “You still have feelings for him.” He stated.

“No I don’t.” I said immediately.

“You do. And he still has feelings for you. I can see it.” He said.

“Your imagining things.” I said firmly.

“Hey,” interrupted Keira, “Did I miss anything?” she asked as she sat down.

“Nothing of importance.” I told her as I desperately tried to believe my words.

…

It had been a year since I had gone home and when I arrived at the airport in Melbourne late at night on the twenty-third of December, I was exhausted.

My father, Oliver, was waiting for me at the airport. He scooped me up into his arms, hugging me tightly the moment he got close enough.

I was so happy to be with him again that I felt tears spring to my eyes as we held one another. I wasn’t particularly close with my family but after having not physically touched them in a year, the full force of my homesickness hit me and I stood clutching him for a long time.

So much had changed since my father last held me, so much had changed and I wondered if I looked as different as it felt.

“You look different.” He told me as if he had read my mind.

“Do I?” I asked.

“Yeah you look beautiful.” He told me.

“Thanks Dad.” I smiled.

I was so exhausted from jet lag that I almost forgot to collect my suitcase but thankfully my father still had his wits about him and grabbed the one I described to him off the turn tables before we headed out to his car and went home.

My reunion with my mother, Olivia, was just as emotional. I wouldn’t let her know it but the moment she hugged me I felt as if I had somehow broken into pieces since I last saw her and that she was now holding me together.

“Oh my goodness Gerty you look so different.” Said my mother.

“Yeah, dad said the same thing.” I told her. I hadn’t made any conscious decisions to change my appearance so I had no idea what the difference was that they were saying. Thankfully my mother elaborated.

“You look more mature. Like there is more to you. You’re standing a little taller. A little surer of yourself.” She told me.

“I actually had posture lessons before I was able to set foot on a catwalk.” I said in way of explanation. My modelling had improved my posture, that was it. I really hadn’t changed.

“No there is more to it than that.” She insisted.

I wanted to hear about all the things that had happened whilst I was away. I wanted to tell them everything that had happened with me, but the jet lag was hitting me with the force of a wrecking ball so instead of staying up and talking the night away with them, I went to bed.

…

Feeling my way around my bedroom in the morning, I was surprised to see that none of it had changed. My dresser was still two steps off the right foot of the bed. My desk was still situated three steps off the left foot of the bed. As I felt my way around my desk, everything was still there. All my pens, pencils, music books and the like were all in the same place, gathering dust.

I didn’t need my cane when I was at my parents’ house, I knew it like the back of my hand. I was able to run my hand along the hallway wall, past the bathroom before I stepped out into the lounge room. Two steps in my outstretched hand met the couch. I ran my hand along the back of the worn fabric and four steps off the end of the couch was the dining room table and three steps off that was the stools situated at the kitchen bench.

“Morning.” Greeted my father, “would you like a cup of coffee?”

“Yes please.”

“What would you like for breakfast?” asked my mother.

“I’ll just make myself some toast mum.”

“No, no. I can do it.” She assured me.

I’d forgotten just how overprotective my parents were. They worried about me constantly and liked to baby me. I’d been living with James and Paul for so long that I forgot how much they enabled me. Though it was sweet, I liked my independence. I liked to be able to do things for myself.

But I reminded myself that they hadn’t seen me in a year and they were making up for lost time. I could stand a few days of being babied as I would be back on my own soon enough.

“You’re wearing Victoria Secret pyjamas.” Noted my mother.

“Um, yes.” I said, confused by the observation.

“Do you have to wear them because you modelled for them?” she asked curiously.

“No, they give me free pyjamas.” I shrugged.

“We were surprised to hear about all this modelling stuff.” Said my father as I heard him place a mug on the bench in front of me and the smell of coffee wafted up my nostrils, “I didn’t know modelling was an ambition of yours.”

“If we had known we would have warned you against it.” Said my mother.

They’d warned me against becoming a musician as well, but I’d done it anyway.

“I’ve always been interested in fashion. I like how clothes feel. And I sort of fell into it.” I explained, “It wasn’t a career I imagined for myself but it’s one I’m glad I have now because I really enjoy it.” I told them.

“Well,” began my mother, seeming to think through her sentence before she spoke, “That’s the main thing.”

I spent the morning talking to my parents telling them all about the record deal, touring, fashion month, the Victoria Secret Fashion show and my subsequent jobs from it. They told me all about their trip to New Zealand and how they had recently finished renovating the bathroom.

“How’s Joss?” I asked conversationally, “Last I heard she’s been thinking about trying IVF to get pregnant.”

“Yes. Poor Pete and her have been trying for months. Now it seemed like IVF is their only option and they just can’t afford it.” Sighed my mother.

“I know; Paul was telling me that she put it on Facebook.” I said.

The mention of Jocelyn reminded me of the Christmas presents I had gotten my parents. I’d been so excited to give my parents their Christmas present that I almost gave it to them last night. But I deliberately waited until Christmas Day when we were supposed to give our Christmas presents to each other.

Going back to my room I opened my suit case and found where I had stashed the envelopes for them.

“Mum! Dad! Get around the Christmas tree I’m going to give you your Christmas presents!” I called as I walked into the living room.

“You’re supposed to give them to us at grandma’s tonight.” Replied my mother as she came into the room.

“I can’t give these to you in front of people.” I told them.

“Did you get your mother Victoria Secret lingerie?” asked my father cheekily as he I heard him sit down on the couch.

“Um, no. That’s weird dad.” I told him as I sat down on the coffee table in front of them.

“Ok, here.” I announced as I held out the two envelopes.

Given how excited I was to give them their presents, I was actually acting relatively calm. I was suddenly afraid that they wouldn’t like their presents or even worse, they wouldn’t accept them. But there was no turning back now, I’d given them the envelopes.

I heard the tearing of paper and then my father spoke, “Oh it’s a picture of a boat.” He said sounding confused.

“Oh, I got a picture of a car. How lovely.” Said my mother sounding genuinely delighted, “Thank you.”

I smiled in amusement, “They’ll be delivered on the twenty-seventh.” I told them.

“What will?” asked my father.

“The boat and the car.” I explained.

“Wait, what?” he asked, “you brought me a fishing boat?”

“Yes.” I smiled, “And I brought mum a car.”

“What? Darling we can’t accept that.” Said my mother.

“Shut up Olivia, yes we can.” Said my father sounding like an excited child.

“But darling how can you afford all this?” demanded my mother.

“Modelling pays well. I have more money than I know what to do with. So I brought you guys stuff.” I explained, “Do you not like it?” I asked suddenly worried.

“We love it!” said my father gleefully.

“But it’s too much.” Said my mother.

“No its not! Shut up and thank the girl!” said my father before he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me, “Thank you!”

I laughed as I patted his back, “Your welcome.”

“Thank you darling.” Said my mother, though she still sounded vaguely concerned as she gave me a hug.

“Don’t tell Joss you’ve got it. I want to surprise her with what I got her.” I told them.

“Of course.” Said my mother.

“Wow it’s got five rod holders!” said my father.

I rolled my eyes in amusement. At least my father liked his gift and I knew once my mother got hers she would love her present as well.

Just before lunch my sister and her husband came through the door and gave me a big hug. Jocelyn also commented on the apparent change in me, “You look gorgeous!” she told me, “What are you wearing? Is this designer? How did you afford this?” she demanded as she pulled at the shorts of the playsuit I was wearing.

“They give them to me.” I explained batting her hands away playfully.

“Really? I want to be a model! Give me free clothes!” she smiled as she came and sat down with me on the couch, “Pete! Tell her what the boys have done at work.” She encouraged.

“Oh, it’s so weird.” Complained Pete.

“No its not, it’s funny.” Said Jocelyn.

“What is it?” I asked curiously.

“The boys have a picture of all the girls from the Victoria Secret show and its weird seeing my half naked sister in law every day.” He said sounding uncomfortable.

I laughed in amusement, “You’re welcome.”

“Give them their Christmas present! I want to talk about mine already!” called my father.

“Bob!” snapped my mother.

“What Christmas present?” asked Jocelyn sounding confused.

“Just a little something.” I grinned as I grabbed the envelope out of my back pocket and handed it to her.

“Oh, its an envelope.” Said Pete.

“Thank you captain obvious.” Said Jocelyn sarcastically as I heard the ripping of paper. She then went very quiet and I knew she had seen the cheque.

“Its just a little something to help with the IVF and when the baby comes along.” I explained.

“Oh, my god.” Said Jocelyn, her voice sounding strangled.

“Is that real?” asked Pete.

“Yes its real.” I smiled.

“Where did you-” he began but Jocelyn had thrown her arms around my neck and hugged me to her.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” She chanted as she sobbed into my hair.

I patted her back happily. It made me happy to hear the people I loved were happy.

“Pete! Check out my boat!” demanded my father.

“You got dad a boat?” asked Jocelyn pulling back to look at me.

I nodded, “I got mum a car.”

“What?!”

Everyone gushed over their presents happily ad I sat back simply basking in the glow of the happiness that I had caused. Even my mother began to ask questions about her car.

That afternoon we headed to my grandparents are we were greeted by all the relatives. It was the love filled bedlam that happened when family got together after a long time. Everyone seemed just a little too enthusiastic in their greetings for me, wanting to know everything about my modelling and England. It was a little overwhelming.

I was glad when Jocelyn took my hand and we went and sat outside with a bottle of wine and caught up with each other.

“Drink up now! When you get pregnant you won’t be able to.” I told her as she poured me a glass.

“You kidding? I’ll be drinking for two.” She joked, “So what’s new with you?” she asked.

“Oh you know, I’m a supermodel now so not much.” I grinned.

“Uh huh.” She teased, “I bet the guys must be throwing themselves at you.” She said.

“Not really.” I shrugged.

“What? You’re a model! You’re like guaranteed to have a boyfriend at all times!” she said pointedly.

“I had a guy at the start of the year but…. Things got complicated.” I said, wincing as I tried to find the right word.

“Uh oh.” She said, “What happened?”

“He just…” I trailed off as I tried to think of a way to explain the main problem. I wasn’t mad at him for lying anymore. I wasn’t mad at him for deceiving me. So what was my problem?

“The reason why he got into a relationship with me was a bad one.” I finally settled on.

“So?” questioned Jocelyn.

“What do you mean so?” I asked, how was she failing to see my side of things?

“Pete and I first got together because he lost a bet with his mates. It doesn’t matter why you get into a relationship, it’s about the relationship itself. Whatever the reasons why it started, they don’t really matter in the end. All that matters is what makes the relationship endure.” She explained.

I blinked in shock; she actually had a point. Why did it matter why Kit had first gotten together with me? His reasons for staying in a relationship with me had the right motivations. There was a strange light feeling as I realized, Kit wasn’t a bad guy. He had stretched the truth and approached me with less than pure intentions, but he had never treated me with anything but respect and love. I realized that the weight I had been carrying around in my chest had partially lifted when I realized I no longer hated Kit. But there was still weight in my chest that I was carrying around thinking that the guy I loved was a bad guy and now I realized that he wasn’t.

For a brief moment there was a lightness about me that made me feel like I was floating. Then, a sinking feeling suddenly settled in my stomach as I got the strange feeling I had made a huge mistake.

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• A fish, which you can’t see, deep down in the water, is a kind of symbol of peace on earth, good will to yourself. Fishing gives a man … some time to collect his thoughts and reaarange them kind of neatly, in an orderly fashion. Once the bait is on the hook and the boat is anchored, there’s nothing to interfere with thinking except an occasional bite – Robert Ruark • A fishing rod is a stick with a hook at one end and a fool at the other.- Samuel Johnson • A simple fishing boat in the midst of the rippling waters is enough to awaken in the mind of the beholder a sense of vastness of the sea and at the same time of peace and contentment – the Zen sense oof the alone. – D.T. Suzuki • All Americans believe that they are born fishermen. For a man to admit a distaste for fishing would be like denouncing mother-love or hating moonlight. – John Steinbeck • All I can say to the kids is if you’ve a problem in fishing or life, if you talk to an older person, you’re gonna end up alright, because nine times out of 10, they’ve been through the same thing.- Rex Hunt • All those authors there, most of whom of course I’ve never met. That’s the poetry side, that’s the prose side, that’s the fishing and miscellaneous behind me. You get an affection for books that you’ve enjoyed. – Norman MacCaig • Along with being forever on the move, one is forever in a hurry, leaving things inadvertently behind-friend or fishing tackle, old raincoat or old allegiance. – Louis Kronenberger • And one thing I can be proud of is we have a ‘Come and Try Fishing’ day every year. And there’s 20 venues throughout the state, and see, these thousands of kids who’ve never been fishing come along. – Rex Hunt

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• Best fishing in troubled waters. – John Harington • But very unfortunately the merchant marine died away till even the majority of fishing done about the Cape is in the hands of the Portuguese who emigrated to the Cape some fifty years ago. – Joseph C. Lincoln • Buying a fly rod in the average city store, that is, joining it up and safely waggling it a bit, is much like seeing a woman’s arm protruding from a car window: all one can readily be sure of is that the window is open. – John D. Voelker • Calling fishing a hobby is like calling brain surgery a job. – Paul Schullery • Creeps and idiots cannot conceal themselves for long on a fishing trip. – John Gierach • Do you want to tear your life apart and get rid of everything you’ve known as a lifestyle? Like seeing your family? Being with your friends? A fishing trip? A hunting trip? A night’s sleep? – Walter F. Mondale • Don’t wait until you retire to go fishing. Don’t even wait until your annual vacation. Go at every opportunity. Things that appear more urgent at the moment may, in the long run, turn out to be far less so. – Ted Trueblood • Every afternoon, I was in the pasture with cattle or fishing and shooting my BB gun. That kind of freedom allows imagination to develop. – Lyle Lovett • Fish recognize a bad leader. – Conan O’Brien • Fishing is a constant reminder of the democracy of life, of humility, and of human frailty. The forces of nature discriminate for no man. – Herbert Hoover • Fishing is a delusion entirely surrounded by liars in old clothes.- Don Marquis • Fishing is a… discipline in the equality of men – for all men are equal before fish. – Herbert Hoover • Fishing is boring, unless you catch an actual fish, and then it is disgusting.- Dave Barry • Fishing is more than fish; it is the vitalizing lure to outdoor life. – Herbert Hoover • Fishing is much more than fish. It is the great occasion when we may return to the fine simplicity of our forefathers. – Herbert Hoover • Fishing is such great fun, I have often felt, that it really ought to be done in bed – John D. Voelker • Fishing is the chance to wash one’s soul with pure air. It brings meekness and inspiration, reduces our egoism, soothes our troubles and shames our wickedness. It is discipline in the equality of men–for all men are equal before fish.- Herbert Hoover • Fishing provides that connection with the whole living world. It gives you the opportunity of being totally immersed, turning back into yourself in a good way. A form of meditation, some form of communion with levels of yourself that are deeper than the ordinary self.- Ted Hughes • Fishing seems to be the favorite form of loafing. – E. W. Howe • Fishing tournaments seem a little like playing tennis with living balls.- Jim Harrison • Fishing, if I a fisher may protest, Of pleasures is the sweetest of sports the best, Of exercises the most excellent, Of recreations the most innocent. But now the sport is marred, and why you ask? Fishes decrease, and fishers multiply. – Thomas Bastard • Fishing, with me, has always been an excuse to drink in the daytime – Jimmy Cannon • Fishing… is a sport invented by insects and you are the bait. – P. J. O’Rourke • Fishing’s relaxing, man. Most relaxing thing in my life. It’s therapy for me. I don’t think about business… sports. All I think about is catching the next fish.- Deion Sanders • Fly-fishing is the most fun you can have standing up. – Arnold Gingrich • Fly-fishing may be a very pleasant amusement; but angling or float fishing I can only compare to a stick and a string, with a worm at one end and a fool at the other. – Samuel Johnson • From birth to death, anyone can fish. I just think it’s fantastic to see old people going fishing with young people and teaching them things. I’m very, very critical. – Rex Hunt • Give me mine angle, we’ll to th’ river: there, My music playing far off, I will betray Tawny-finned fishes. My bended hook shall pierce Their slimy jaws; and as I draw them up, I’ll think them every one an Antony, And say, ‘Ah, ha! are caught!’ – William Shakespeare • God quickened in the Sea and in the Rivers, So many fishes of so many features, That in the waters we may see all Creatures; Even all that on the earth is to be found,! As if the world were in deep waters drowned.- Guillaume de Salluste Du Bartas • Hell, if I’d jumped on all the dames I’m supposed to have jumped on, I’d have had no time to go fishing.- Clark Gable Hunting, fishing, drawing, and music occupied my every moment. Cares I knew not, and cared naught about them.- John James Audubon • I ain’t never had much fun. I ain’t never been two inches away from a football. Here guys go fishing on the day of the game, hunting, golfing, and all I want to do is be alone, studying how not to lose. – Bear Bryant • I am, out of the ladies’ company, like a fish out of the water. – Thomas Shadwell • I can really fish – I’ve been fishing since I was a kid. – Deion Sanders • I come from a family of fishermen. Fishing is very important to us. We don’t hunt. We’re not gun folk. – Nick Offerman • I continue to be a photographer; I have enjoyed fishing and hunting with a close friend; and have owned two ranches, first in northern California and then in the state of Washington. – Douglass North • I do fish. I think there is a connection between thinking and fishing mostly because you spend a lot of time up to your waist in water without a whole lot to keep your mind busy. – Anthony Doerr • I fish because I love to . . . because I love the environs where trout are found . . . because I suspect that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one don’t want to waste the trip . . . and, finally, not because I regard fishing as being so terribly important but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant––and not nearly so much fun. – John D. Voelker • I frankly don’t make much of a living, but I make a hell of a life. – Jack Gartside • I get all the truth I need in the newspaper every morning, and every chance I get I go fishing, or swap stories with fishermen to get the taste of it out of my mouth. – Ed Zern • I go fishing not to find myself but to lose myself. – Joseph Monninger • I hate fishing, and I can’t imagine why anyone would want to hike when you can get in the car and drive. – Joseph Barbera • I have laid aside business, and gone a’fishing. – Izaak Walton • I like night fishing, even though there is a molecule of terror in it. Maybe it is that tiny bit of terror that I relish, that going mano a mano with another predator in the dark. I know it is not entirely civilized, but there is nothing to compare with the sizzle of fear except, perhaps, the rush of being feared. Either condition confirms you are alive. – Paul G. Quinnett • I like to fish. Fishing is always a way of relaxing. – Tom Felton • I look at it this way… For centuries now, man has done everything he can to destroy, defile, and interfere with nature: clear-cutting forests, strip-mining mountains, poisoning the atmosphere, over-fishing the oceans, polluting the rivers and lakes, destroying wetlands and aquifers… so when nature strikes back, and smacks him on the head and kicks him in the nuts, I enjoy that. I have absolutely no sympathy for human beings whatsoever. None. And no matter what kind of problem humans are facing, whether it’s natural or man-made, I always hope it gets worse. – George Carlin • I love any discourse of rivers, and fish and fishing. – Izaak Walton • I love fishing and surfing, and I work out every day. – Karl Urban • I love rainy and bad-weather days because this type of weather gives me a mental advantage, especially when I’m fishing in a tournament. When the weather is inclement, most fishermen start thinking of reasons why they can’t catch bass. But, because I fish so often in bad weather, I’m thinking of all the reasons I can catch bass in bad weather conditions. – Gary A. Klein • I love talk and I love fishing. I’m having a ball. – Martin Milner • I only make movies to finance my fishing. – Lee Marvin • I ran around with the other youngsters, hunting, fishing and raising tadpoles and all the rest. – DeForest Kelley • I saw a fleet of fishing boats…I flew down almost touching the craft and yelled at them, asking if I was on the right road to Ireland. They just stared. Maybe they didn’t hear me. Maybe I didn’t hear them. Or maybe they thought I was just a crazy fool. – Charles Lindbergh • I think I fish, in part, because it’s an anti-social, bohemian business that, when gone about properly, puts you forever outside the mainstream culture without actually landing you in an institution. – John Gierach • I think it’s time for me to get out, because at the moment I’m only thinking about fishing 21 hours a day, and they’re the waking moments. And even when I close my eyes I’m thinking about it. – Rex Hunt • I used to like fishing because I thought it had some larger significance. Now I like fishing because it’s the one thing I can think of that probably doesn’t. – John Gierach • I used to love going fishing. I think it was really about the clothes. Nothing says real man like a vest with 38 pockets and a mesh hat with hooks in it. – Craig Ferguson • I was 35 years old and in a position to take a shot at whatever I wanted to try. The Air Force said I was too old to fly fighter jets. I thought about becoming a fishing boat captain, before deciding that acting seemed pretty cool. – Jerry Doyle • I was a Scout years ago, before the movement started, when my father took me fishing, camping and hunting. Then I was sorry that more girls could not have what I had. When I learned of the movement, I thought, here is what I always wanted other girls to have. – Lou Henry Hoover • I’d pull my little brother on our motorcycle on an inner tube behind it. We would go fishing, we would hunt some, growing up. – Sam Brownback • I’d rather go fishing for three years. – Whitey Herzog • If fishing is a religion, fly fishing is the high church.- Tom Brokaw • If I fished only to capture fish, my fishing trips would have ended long ago. – Zane Grey • If people concentrated on the really important things in life, there’d be a shortage of fishing poles. – Doug Larson • If we carry purism to it’s logical conclusion, to do it right fishing you’d have to live naked in a cave, hit your trout on the head with rocks, and eat them raw. But, so as not to violate another essential element of the fly-fishing tradition, the rocks would have to be quarried in England and cost $300 each. – John Gierach • If you ever wondered why fishing is probably the most popular sport in this country, watch that boy beside on the water and you will learn. If you are really perceptive you will. For he already knows that fishing is only one part fish. – Hal Borland • If you want to maintain a sustainable supply of fish you have to farm the fish, rather than mine them. So putting your money into fishing fleets that are going to exacerbate the problem by over-fishing is not the way to preserve the underlying asset. – Maurice Strong • If you’ve got short, stubby fingers and wear reading glasses, any relaxation you would normally derive from fly fishing is completely eliminated when you try to tie on a fly. – Jack Ohman • I’m an outdoors girl – I like to go fishing, riding four-wheelers, hunting. – Miranda Lambert • I’m fishing for men with a certain kind of bait, and the bait that I am offering is not a candy; it’s a very specific thing that I’m offering, which is a deep gospel and a deep conversion. – Larry Norman • In a bowl to sea went wise men three, On a brilliant night of June: They carried a net, and their hearts were set, On fishing up the moon. – Thomas – Love Peacock • In every species of fish I’ve angled for, it is the ones that have got away that thrill me the most, the ones that keep fresh in my memory. So I say it is good to lose fish. If we didn’t, much of the thrill of angling would be gone. – Ray Bergman • Interest and proficiency in almost any one activity-swimming, boating, fishing, skiing, skating-breed interest in many more. Once someone discovers the delight of mastering one skill, however slightly, he is likely to try out not just one more, but a whole ensemble. – Margaret Mead • It [angling] deserves commendations;… it is an art worthy the knowledge and practice of a wise man. – Izaak Walton • It is public land and we will do our best to provide recreational activities. We are looking at initially allowing kayak access, wade fishing, bicycle access and walking access on some of the interior roads. – John Wallace • It is to be observed that ‘angling’ is the name given to fishing by people who can’t fish. – Stephen Leacock • It was the forty-fathom slumber that clears the soul and eye and heart, and sends you to breakfast ravening. They emptied a big tin dish of juicy fragments of fish- the blood-ends the cook had collected overnight. They cleaned up the plates and pans of the elder mess, who were out fishing, sliced pork for the midday meal, swabbed down the foc’sle, filled the lamps, drew coal and water for the cook, an investigated the fore-hold, where the boat’s stores were stacked. It was another perfect day – soft, mild and clear; and Harvey breathed to the very bottom of his lungs. – Rudyard Kipling • It’s a little like casting out hundreds of fishing lines into the audience. You start getting little bites, then more, then you hook a few, then more. Then you can start reeling them in and that’s a loveliest feeling – the whole audience laughing with you. – Jim Dale • I’ve gone fishing thousands of times in my life, and I have never once felt unlucky or poorly paid for those hours on the water. – William G. Tapply • I’ve had some amazing people in my life. Look at my father – he came from a small fishing village of five hundred people and at six foot four with giant ears and a kind of very odd expression, thought he could be a movie star. So go figure, you know? – Kiefer Sutherland • Last year I went fishing with Salvador Dali. He was using a dotted line. He caught every other fish. – Steven Wright • Like they say, you can learn more from a guide in one day than you can in three months fishing alone. – Mario Lopez • Lots of people committed crimes during the year who would not have done so if they had been fishing. The increase of crime is among those deprived of the regenerations that impregnate the mind and character of the fisherman. – Herbert Hoover • Man can learn a lot from fishing – when the fish are biting no problem in the world is big enough to be remembered. – Orlando Aloysius Battista Many men go fishing all of their lives without knowing that it is not fish they are after. – Henry David Thoreau • Many of the most highly publicized events of my presidency are not nearly as memorable or significant in my life as fishing with my daddy. – Jimmy Carter • Men go shopping just as men go out fishing or hunting, to see how large a fish may be caught with the smallest hook. – Henry Ward Beecher • Millions of Americans each year use our national forests to go hiking, fishing, hunting, camping, swimming, horseback riding, and canoeing.- Ric Keller • Monofilament is what you use to go fishing. The line on your fishing rod is probably going to be black. You get to the end of the line and you tie on this clear plastic, thin thread called monofilament. – John Badham • My friend Ed Begley goes fishing. It’s a little smelly to me, I don’t like it so much. I like to eat fish, but I don’t like to catch them. – Jeff Goldblum • Next to prayer, Fishing is the most personal relationship of man. – Herbert Hoover No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man. – Heraclitus • Now I am . . . like anyone with a strong preference for the fly rod, totally indifferent to how large a fish I catch by comparison with other fishermen. So when a fifteen-year-old called Fred, fishing deep in midsummer with a hideous plastic worm, caught a four and a half pounder . . . I naturally felt no resentment beyond wanting to break the kid’s thumbs. – Vance Bourjaily • Of course, now I am too old to be much of a fisherman, and now of course I usually fish the big waters alone, although some friends think I shouldn’t. Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. – Norman Maclean • Old Peter Grimes made fishing his employ; His wife he cabined with him and his boy, And seemed that life laborious to enjoy. – George Crabbe • One fifth of human kind depend on fish to live. Today now 70 percent of the fish stock are over-exploited. According to FAO if we don’t change our system of fishing the main sea resources will be gone in 2050. We don’t want to believe what we know. – Yann Arthus-Bertrand • One guy that I wish was here right now, Ted Williams, helped me so much, our long talks, not about hitting but about fishing, one of Ted’s passions, and I wish he was here today to share this with me because I owe so much to Ted Williams. – Wade Boggs • One of the cries from the people was, don’t forget us. They have a long road ahead of them. Operation Blessing has found those little fishing towns. They will not be getting what other towns are getting from the government. – Connie Sellecca • Out of the east on an Irish stallion came bounty hunter Dan His heart quickened and burdened by the need to get his man He found Pete peacefully fishing by the river, pulled his gun and got the drop He said, “Pete, you think you’ve changed, but you have not. – Bruce Springsteen • People who are in politics to be right all the time would be better off taking up fly-fishing. It’s less dangerous. Politics that is not applied in the real world and doesn’t address the real challenges and paradoxes and agonies is a hobby. – Neil Kinnock • Perhaps fishing is, for me, only an excuse to be near rivers. – Roderick Haig-Brown • Poets talk about “spots of time”, but it is really the fishermen who experience eternity compressed into a moment. No one can tell what a spot of time is until suddenly the whole world is a fish and the fish is gone. – Norman Maclean • Retire to what? I already play golf and fish for a living. – Julius Boros • Scholars have long known that fishing eventually turns men into philosophers. Unfortunately, it is almost impossible to buy decent tackle on a philosopher’s salary. – Patrick F. McManus • She is such a good friend that she would throw all her acquaintances into the water for the pleasure of fishing them out again. – Charles Maurice de Talleyrand • Smoked carp tastes just as good as smoked salmon when you ain’t got no smoked salmon. – Patrick F. McManus • Somebody just back of you while you are fishing is as bad as someone looking over your shoulder while you write a letter to your girl. – Ernest Hemingway • Somebody might say that they always wanted to be a fly-fishing guide in Montana and maybe they’ll never get to do that but just by the virtue of having said it out loud, I think there’s some power in that. – John Lee Hancock • Sport is a wonderful metaphor for life. Of all the sports that I played – skiing, baseball, fishing – there is no greater example than golf, because you’re playing against yourself and nature. – Robert Redford • Thank you, dear God, for this good life and forgive us if we do not love it enough. Thank you for the rain. And for the chance to wake up in three hours and go fishing: I thank you for that now, because I won’t feel so thankful then. – Garrison Keillor • The angling fever is a very real disease and can only be cured by the application of cold water and fresh, untainted air. – Theodore Gordon • The best time to go fishing is when you can get away.- John D. Voelker • The biggest fish he ever caught were those that got away. – Eugene Field • The charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope.- John Buchan • The English countryside is the most staggeringly beautiful place. I can’t spend as much time there as I like, but I like everything about it. I like fishing, I like clay- pigeon shooting. – Guy Ritchie • The fishing was good; it was the catching that was bad. – A. Best • The gods do not deduct from man’s allotted span the hours spent in fishing. – Herbert Hoover • The great charm of fly-fishing is that we are always learning. – Theodore Gordon • The greatest tragedy in life is to spend your whole life fishing only to discover it was never fish that you were after. – Henry David Thoreau • The last word in ignorance is the man who says of an animal or plant: ‘What good is it?- Aldo Leopold • The man who goes fishing gets something more than the fish he catches.- Mary Astor • The only thing bad about winning the pennant is that you have to manage the All-Star Game the next year. I’d rather go fishing for three years. – Whitey Herzog • The shell fishing industry represents a major part of Louisiana’s economy. – Bobby Jindal • The solution to any problem -work, love, money, whatever -is to go fishing, and the worse the problem, the longer the trip should be. – John Gierach • The true fisherman approaches the first day of fishing season with all the sense of wonder and awe of a child approaching Christmas.- John D. Voelker • There are a couple of carp fishing books I’ve been reading. I’m very interested in that line of books, because I think they write very well, carp anglers, about the general environment. – Tom Felton • There are more fish taken out of a stream than ever were in it. – Oliver Herford • There are only two occasions when Americans respect privacy, especially in Presidents. Those are prayer and fishing. – Herbert Hoover • There is no greater fan of fly fishing than the worm. – Patrick F. McManus • There is no more graceful and healthful accomplishment for a lady than fly-fishing, and there is no reason why a lady should not in every respect, rival a gentleman in the gentle art. – William Cowper Prime • There is time to go long, time to go short and time to go fishing. – Jesse Lauriston Livermore • There will be days when the fishing is better than one’s most optimistic forecast, others when it is far worse. Either is a gain over just staying home. – Roderick Haig-Brown • There’s a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot. – Steven Wright • There’s more B.S. in fly fishing than there is in a Kansas feedlot. – Lefty Kreh • Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. – Henry David Thoreau • Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains. – Henry David Thoreau • To go fishing is the chance to wash one’s soul with pure air, with the rush of the brook, or with the shimmer of sun on blue water. It brings meekness and inspiration from the decency of nature, charity toward tackle-makers, patience toward fish, a mockery of profits and egos, a quieting of hate, a rejoicing that you do not have to decide a darned thing until next week. And it is discipline in the equality of men – for all men are equal before fish. – Herbert Hoover • To paraphrase a deceased patriot, I regret that I have only one life to give to my fly-fishing. – John D. Voelker • Today she met me at the door, said I would have to choose, if I picked up that fishing rod today, she’d be packing all her things and she’d be gone by noon….well I’m gonna miss her when I get home tonight. – Brad Paisley • Trout fishing. One must be a stickler for proper form. Use nothing but #4 blasting caps, or a hand grenade, if handy, or at a pool well-lined with stone, one blast from a .44 magnum will bring a few stunned brookies quietly to the surface.- Edward Abbey • Usually the way to screw up some good fishing is to have a tournament. This just keeps getting better and better. – David Walker • We also own a little boat and I’m like a kid with it. I take off early in the morning, fishing rod in tow, and just drift about the ocean all day. – Perry Como • We are standing on a whale fishing for minnows. – Joseph Campbell • We have seen Indians in immense numbers, and all those on this coast of the Pacific contrive to make a good subsistence on various seeds, and by fishing. – Junipero Serra • Well, I love fishing. I wouldn’t kill a fly myself but I’ve no hesitation in killing a fish. A lot of men are like that. No bother. Out you come. Thump. And that’s not the only reason. – Norman MacCaig • When I go fishing I like to know that there’s nobody within five miles of me. – Norman MacCaig • When I was younger, my family would go camping and fishing on our ranches. My dad loves being around all kinds of animals. He’s the one who got me to be a really big animal lover. – Paris Hilton • Wherever the fish are, that’s where we go. – Richard Wagner • Work: a dangerous disorder affecting high public functionaries who want to go fishing. – Ambrose Bierce • You are not content with the vast millions of tribute we pay you annually under the operation of our revenue law, our navigation laws, your fishing bounties, and by making your people our manufacturers, our merchants, our shippers. – John Henninger Reagan • You know when they have a fishing show on TV? They catch the fish and then let it go. They don’t want to eat the fish, they just want to make it late for something. – Mitch Hedberg

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Final casting is announced today for 25th-anniversary production in London of The Tailor-Made Man, the powerful true story about the Hollywood studio system and its hypocrisy and the star who gave up everything for the man he loved.

William “Billy” Haines was a popular silent screen MGM movie star who was fired by Louis B Mayer because he was gay and refused to give up his lifelong partner, Jimmie Shields, and marry the silent screen vamp Pola Negri. As punishment, his films were removed from release and sealed in the MGM vaults never to be seen again, and his studio photographs destroyed. It was an attempt to erase him completely from movie history. But Billy and Jimmy’s turbulent, passionate love affair was to survive and lasted over 50 years…this is their story.

Joining the previously announced Mitchell Hunt (Mr Selfridge, Hollyoaks) as William “Billy” Haines and Tom Berkeley as Jimmie Shields, are:

Peter Dewhurst (Irving) His recent roles include Jack in The Importance of Being Earnest (Pleasance, Edinburgh Fringe) and Adam, in AI Love You (Theatre N16).

Henry Felix (Victor Darro) is a recent graduate from the Royal Central School of Drama. He recently finished filming a role for ITV and appeared in The Devils at (Embassy Theatre),

Edwin Flay (Howard) recently appeared in a revival of The House (Bread and Roses, Clapham) and as Lefroy in The Brighton Killers.

Dean Harris (Louis B. Mayer) was Kemp in Entertaining Mr Sloane (Theatre Royal, Bath, UK tour and Arts Theatre, West End), McFee, Jumpers, (National Theatre), Judas in Godspell (West End).

Rachel Knowles (Carole Lombard/ Pola Negri) was first cover and played Lady of the Lake in Spamalot (no1 UK tour & Playhouse Theatre, West End), Mrs Lockwood, Mrs Lester, understudied and played Joyce Chilvers in Betty Blue Eyes (UK Tour), Anne in Target Practice (Old Red Lion).

Yvonne Lawlor (Marion) is a recent graduate of Rose Bruford College. She has just appeared in Catch (Camden Fringe).

Tailor Made Man Final Cast

The Tailor-Made Man, by Claudio Macor, directed by Bryan Hodgson, will run at the White Bear Theatre, 138 Kennington Park Road, London, SE11 from Tuesday 7 November to Saturday 25 November.

Press night is Thursday November 9 at 7.30pm

The Tailor-Made Man is produced by Eastlake Productions.

Claudio Macor said: “Thirty years ago a friend gave me a copy of Kenneth Anger’s book Hollywood Babylon. As I was reading the various Hollywood scandals Kenneth Anger so vividly described I came across “The White Legion and the Purple Poodle” and discovered the story of William “Billy” Haines and Jimmie Shields. I was still acting at the time and dreamed of playing Billy but soon fell out of love with acting when I started writing. The Tailor-Made Man play premiered in London at the Hen and Chickens in 1992, it quickly got a transfer to the Battersea Arts Centre (BAC) to be followed by a TV showcase by Thames Television, who were were planning to bring back Masterpiece Theatre. The Tailor-Made Man” was chosen to be one of the six initial episodes but then Thames lost their ITV franchise. The play was then performed on Freedom Radio with Broadway star Robert Bogue as Billy and Oscar-nominated Judd Hirsch as Louis B Mayer, and had successful runs in San Diego and West Hollywood. It received another London run at the Cockpit Theatre before its off-Broadway run at Centre Stage New York. It was turned into a musical in 2013 at London’s Arts Theatre. This revival of the original play at the White Bear Theatre is the 25th year anniversary production. It’s actually 25 years and 25 days since the first performance!”

William “Billy” Haines Charles William “Billy” Haines (January 2, 1900 – December 26, 1973), known professionally as William Haines, was discovered by a talent scout and signed with Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer (MGM) in 1922. His career gained momentum when he was loaned out to Columbia Pictures where he received favourable reviews for his role in The Midnight Express. Haines returned to MGM and was cast in the 1926 film Brown of Harvard. The role solidified his screen persona as a wisecracking, arrogant leading man. By the end of the 1920s, Haines had appeared in a string of successful films and was a popular box office draw. But his career was cut short by the 1930s due to his refusal to deny his homosexuality. Billy’s fate has played a huge part in preventing movie stars from coming out to this very day. Box Office is routinely used as the excuse but the real reason is the fear of annihilation that Billy suffered. With Jimmie’s help Billy then forged a spectacular career as an interior designer to the stars, Presidents and ambassadors. His interior design career eclipsed his film career. Billy and Jimmie were together for over 50 years and lived like a modern day gay couple, from the 20’s to the 70’s this was achievable only in Hollywood. They were often quoted as the “happiest married couple in Hollywood” What makes this story stand out from other Hollywood stories is the sheer determination Billy had in succeeding in his design business. A business that is still active today and his shop is still open in the same location in West Hollywood and of course the love story, after all it is Hollywood greatest love story. He died of lung cancer in December 1973 at the age of 73.

Claudio Macor – playwright Bryan Hodgson – director

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The Tailor-Made Man, the powerful true story about the Hollywood studio system and its hypocrisy and the star who gave up everything for the man he loved, is to get a 25th-anniversary production in London.

The Tailor-Made Man, by Claudio Macor, directed by Bryan Hodgson, will run at the White Bear Theatre, 138 Kennington Park Road, London, SE11 from Tuesday 7 November to Saturday 25 November 2017. Press night is Thursday November 9 at 7.30pm.

The cast includes Mitchell Hunt (Mr Selfridge, Hollyoaks) as William “Billy” Haines and Tom Berkeley as Jimmie Shields.

Claudio Macor – playwright Claudio Macor was born in South Africa to Italian parents. His career as an actor began at the Library Theatre in Johannesburg. He moved to London in 1983 where he found his true love in writing and directing. Writing and directing credits: Savage (Arts Theatre), The Tailor-Made Man – The Musical (Arts Theatre), The End of Innocence (Hen and Chickens), Santa Cruz (Westminster Theatre), The Other Man (Baron Court), the first stage adaptation of Gabrielle D’Annunzio classic novel L’Innocente (Barons Court), Venetian Heat 1999 (Barons Court), In The Dead of Night (Barons Court, Landor Theatre), The Man Inside (Hen and Chickens), The Love of An Angel (Mermaid), 1993 BAC (Cockpit), The Tailor-Made Man original play” (Hen and Chickens, BAC, San Diego, West Hollywood, Cockpit, Off- Broadway), Casanova (Hen and Chickens), Burning Rhythm (Etcetera Theatre), Venetian Heat (Etcetera Theatre). Writing credits: Venetian Heat Steam Industry (Finborough), Summer Madness the Musical (Hen and Chickens), Open Secret (Etcetera) and the adaptation of Somerst Maughm’s The Letter (Etcetera Theatre). Awards and Nominations: The Tailor-Made Man nominated Best New Play 1995 and nominated writer of the year, Casanova runner up for Best New Play. Screenplay credits: The Tailor-Made Man, Burning Rhythm and Out of The Night. In 2002 he shot a short film Night of the Clowns. Claudio is Artistic Director of Torchlight Theatre Company and founder of Torchlight Pictures LTD.

Bryan Hodgson – director Training: Guilford School of Acting and Hull University. Directing credits: Salad Days (Union Theatre and Theatre Royal Bath), The Fellowship (Yvonne Arnaud Mill Studio) Kray Kray (Theatre N16), The Tailor-Made Man play reading (Above the Arts Theatre) Waiting Room (Upstairs at the Gatehouse), Cymbeline (The Space), The Fellowship (Hen and Chickens), The Royal Wallevik Trio (Denmark tour), Wind in the Willows (Waterloo East Theatre), Dorothy (Waterloo East Theatre), Singing in the Rain (Stagecoach, Kings College). As Associate Director Moby Dick The Musical (Union Theatre) directed by Andrew Wright. As Assistant Director: Judy! (Arts Theatre) directed by Ray Rackman. Rent (Pleasance Theatre) directed By Hannah Chisswick, Casa Valentina (Southwark Playhouse) directed By Luke Sheppard. Bryan has also written several plays which are being professionally produced all over the UK: The Wind and the Willows, Dorothy, The Fellowship, and Kray Kray. Bryan has also worked as an actor and musical director including: as an Actor: Charlie in Chaplin (UK Tour) A Christmas Carol (The Castle, Wellingborough) Leader of the Pack (Waterloo East Theatre) The Importance of Being Earnest – A Two Hander (Union Theatre, Waterloo East Theatre) Whistle Down The Wind (Union Theatre) Ludwig Live! (Leicester Square Theatre, Edinburgh Fringe) Comrade Rockstar (Workshop) A Rose Between Two Thorns ( Waterloo East Theatre) Shakespeare for Breakfast (Blenheim Palace) As MD: Aladdin (Yvonne Arnaud Theatre) Loserville (Union Theatre) IF – The Musical (GSA) Make Me A Mormon (The Phesantry) Here’s to Life (National Portrait Gallery)

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