Those foolish things

Two shades of lipstick on a used French letter,
That dose of syphilis that just won’t get better,
The squeak of old bedsprings;
These foolish things
Remind me of you.

Guys, never play this or any other version of the song for your lady. Sure, it’s romantic, it’s poignant, it’s evocative, and it’s just the right mellow tune for a quiet night in.

But she’ll be thinking of the long ago boyfriend, and measuring him – or her best memories of him – against you. Trust me, it will be that moment that you fart, or scratch your bum, or belch up some stale beer.

I haven’t been able to write – apart from this blog; no problems there! – for over a month. I’ve had a handful of stories simmering away on the back burner, but none of them are quite cooked yet.

It must be the D-Day anniversary. I got to thinking about Normandy and that tranquil cemetery overlooking the sea, full of American boys.

My thoughts drifted towards some of those boys coming back. The last of that great generation, frail and silver-haired, a lifetime between them and those teenagers out to save the world.

What thoughts, what memories, what desires would be bubbling up as they looked on that wide beach, the peaceful villages, the green fields?

I think I’ve got something to write about now.

That worn-out sofa that we used to shag on,
That night you fucked me when I had the rag on,
And when I piss it stings;
These foolish things
Remind me of you.


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Written by Britni Pepper

Britni Pepper has always enjoyed telling stories. About people, places and pleasures. Her schoolmates loved listening to her stories about princesses and pirates and dragons, and once she looked up to find the principal looking on. "No, no, don't stop, Britni," he said. "I want to hear what happens next!" What happened next was university, a job in the travel industry, and a career of travelling the world meeting the most fascinating people. Britni has travelled to thirty of the world's nations and loves making up stories about fascinating people doing interesting things in exotic places. No longer tales about princes and wizards, but her stories are just as much fantasy as ever.

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