Heather Moulson

At first, it wasn’t easy for any of us.  I was so stunned that someone so vile could give me something so precious.
Marjorie was just simply stunned.

Traumatised by the Nit Nurse (who gave him the thumbs up!), Alfie would sob on his bed for hours.

 And I knew the little tyke was secretly skyping his mother!

 Despite Lavinia’s encouragement that her half-brother live with us, there was little she could do to welcome him.  What with taking GCSE’s and all that – (at least that’s what I think she’s doing!)

 Natch, Marjorie did very little to help the difficult situation:
“Got rid of one brat, now lumbered with another!  He’s not getting a penny you know!”

“Don’t mind Marjorie”, I assure the boy, “She’s soft as shite.  Just don’t hide the Gin and you’ll be fine.”







However, on his ninth birthday, when we bought him a shower, things started to thaw:

“Now I know you really love me!”, he squealed excitedly as he started to strip off.

So now there’s someone permanently in our spare room…..

 And the damndest thing is, I don’t even mind!  

 Well, family complete and all that, I think we’re wrapped up for now.  Tune in soon to Paul’s Passions where a really juicy scandal shakes the Amanda Ann’s to it’s bones!

There’s also action shortly from our Slaggs!

You may now touch that dial!!!  (But not for long!)

Toodle pip!

“But…”, spluttered Marjorie, breaking the life-changing silence, “You said he was Louis Walsh’s!”

 “Hah!,” Davina spat, “And the poor sap fell for it too!  But now I’ve spent all the hush money, I can stop pretending!”

“Davina!  You are a liar!”, I croaked, not daring to look at Marjorie’s stricken face.

 “Just take a look at him, Paul baby!”

And oh Good God, yes, a bit fatter maybe, but I saw myself looking back at me.  The spit of when I was his age, miserably enduring boarding school!

“You and my husband begat a child?!”, Marjorie rang for more Gin.
“You bet, Marjie.  Good, wasn’t it, Paul?”
“No”, I replied coldly, “it was sad and joyless, Davina.  However, I’m very glad you kept my child.  And I’d like to offer him a home here (after we’ve been to the nit nurse).”

 “It’s a deal, cuz!  Something to remember me by, huh?”
Then her eyes lost their hardness, and her voice softened:
“Look after my lil boy, okay?  I’ve had him for nine years, you can have the other nine”
“I will, Davina.”, I replied solomnly, my own voice breaking.

Can Paul really make a go of having a natural son?  Will he really learn to love nit boy – I mean, Alfie?  And will Marjorie eventually forgive Paul’s indiscretion?  

Tune in same time, same channel…..

Don’t touch that dial!!!!

“You know, you’re really asking for trouble”, I told Davina, one quiet and dusty afternoon, “Marjorie sees you with Basil (the bastard), she’ll have you out on your ear!”

“Then we’ll leave together, eh?  Little Cuz!  Once I spill the beans about us !”

“There is no “US”, Davina!”, I tried to implore her.

But she was getting ready to meet Basil, and my words fell on stony ground.  

Meanwhile, Lavinia encountered a visitor:

 She was not best pleased:

“What are you doing in my room, you horrid boy?!  Bugger off!”
 “Where did you put my ball?”, he asked
“Oh – that.  Threw it in the river!  It was rough and common!”

To Lavinia’s shock and surprise, Alfie threw himself on her bed in tears.

“What are you crying about, you stupid little oik?  You must have other toys?!”
He shook his head miserably.  The ball was all he had.  His mother never gave him anything.  

Lavinia, her own eyes moistening, lay down with her young cousin, and they talked about how Alfie was dragged across auditions and theatres, never stopping long enough to see a nit doctor. 

But meanwhile, Marjorie finds a very different couple in bed:

Something she’d known about, yet didn’t want to know about…

And now she had to…..

This must surely be curtains for Davina now.  Even Marjorie could not tolerate such blatently bad behaviour.  

Tune in same time, same channel to witness Davina’s fate….  

Don’t touch that dial!!!!

You see, Davina has become bitter and twisted over the years:

 She has always aimed to be a Star, but time was running out for her.

In the past, she had been a sensation on screen and stage

 And worked with many of the Greats.

 And was a regular starlet on all the iconic Bond films.  She had regularly been seen out with Roger Moore, Timothy Dalton and Daniel Craig.  All in the most smartest restaurants.



But that was then, and this is now, she’s resorted to clinging onto the X Factor semi-finals, which she’ll never get through in a month of Sundays!

So I’m expecting her to demand carnal and unholy favours, amongst other things, from me.  And this time it has to be a flat No.  I’ve gone gay anyway!

But to the contrary, Davina would come in from Simon’s Boot Camp, and plonk herself down on the sofa.  Not saying a single word.  

 Completely neglecting that poor (nit-ridden) Son of her’s.

 Luckily, the Slaggs and Mary gave the boy love and attention.  So did I sometimes (but not getting too close!)

And the trouble didn’t take too long to start – in the form of Basil de Farmer.

Especially as his wife had just shown him the door – quite literally.








And him always having the eye for Davina in the old days, it was an accident waiting to happen.
But why did they have to find each other again across a crowded room?  And in front of Marjorie too?

What will happen with the star-crossed lovers?  It can only be evil deeds!

Tune in same time, same channel for the next explosive installment.

Don’t touch that dial!!!

I can’t help but be rude to cousin Davina and her nit-ridden son:

“Are you coming to stay, Davina?  Or are you moving in – again?”
“Paul!”, Marjorie hissed. 

 Although there was no love lost between her cousin and herself, one must never be rude in polite society.  

In fairness, Davina gave back as good as she got:

 “Still screwing that saggy maid, is he, Marje?”, she retorted.

 There was an awkward silence:  
“More cake, Madam?”, Mary coughed

“er – yes, please”, Marjorie muttered.  

Davina merely laughed with satisfaction:

“Yes, Mary.  You’d better show us to our room, don’t you think?”

“Whore”, mumbled Mary 





You see, it all started when we were back at the old  place and Marjorie was out at some shindig or other at a neighbouring estate:

As was usual, I was left looking after our little Lavinia. 

And Davina came into the room and took me roughly across the bed:

 It was brutal and loveless, and I felt used and sore.  
But she just laughed:

“Well, little Paul, that wasn’t half bad!  Now, any noise out of you, and we’ll go running to cousin Marjorie, won’t we.  So stop snivelling!”  

 You see, the thing is, despite Marjorie out doing the same sort of thing herself – swinging from a chandelier and all that – if she knew I’d had physical relations with her reviled cousin, our marriage would be over.  She would have thrown me out of our illustrious estate before the baliffs did.  And I would never have seen my darling Lavinia grow up!

 So there you are, you see.  One is up Shit street without a paddle!  The woman can do what she likes with me!  Oh God help me!

Is our hero really flumoxed by this stupid woman?  Surely he’s taken on worse than Davina?

Don’t miss the next gripping installment, same time, same channel.  Don’t touch that dial!!!

Sadly, Running River proved to be barren.  There would be no heir to succeed the Big Chief.

 Reluctant to replace his plucky young squaw, he looks on Facebook and see’s Marjorie’s announcement of her first son:

 Big Chief knew the parentage of the half-paleface, and recognised his own son when he saw him.   He resolved to bring him to the reservation that will one day be His.

Mercifully, Marjorie managed to calm Paul down, and they listened again to the drum message left by the thieving Cherokee:
“Two-Dogs-Screwing go back reservation.  He will be heap big chief.  He no learn airy-fairy ways like paleface kids. Child be safe and happy. Running River say Hi.”
 “There you are, dear.  George is well cared for, and we’ll visit Nebraska when he turns 30, if you like.”

And the subject was closed.  After all, there were bigger fish to fry:

 Evil cousin Davina was coming to stay, along with her nit-ridden son, Alfie.

“How are you, Paul ?”, she greeted him with steely and knowing eyes, as well she should:

For they shared a terrible and wicked secret, that no-one must ever know…….

Tune in next week to find out this dreadful secret that only Paul and Davina must know about.




 

PART ONE:

 “Hand transplant went very badly, I’m afraid”

“And apparently, I collapsed in front of the servants:”

“Oooh!  Master Paul!”, they cried (hysterically)

 “My Lavinia rang for an ambulance – eventually.”

 “And I was ordered complete bed rest…”

 “Marjorie’s blue eyes became misty with concern:
‘Where is the Will, Paul?  You have made one, haven’t you?!'”

 “And then Marjorie stayed away.  Only Mary visited me, and became very worried indeed when I turned delirious.”

“Oh Master Paul, I’d better call in the priest”

Crossing herself, she went to fetch the lady of the house:

 “But my wife was too stricken to attend my bedside: 
 ‘Is the house mine?  How much do I get?’, she mumbled to herself.”

 “My fever grew worse, and Mary never left my side.  She fed me crumbs of cake, willing me to stay alive.”

“Then I had the most brilliant idea!  Feeling much better, I asked Mary to marry me!
I would divorce and disinherit Marjorie, and leave all my money to Mary’s kids in Borstal!”

 “This news did not go down terribly well with Marjorie and Lavinia…..”

“Then everything went strange again.  And this time, I really did come to.”

“You silly bugger, Paul!  Whatever were you mumbling about?!  And thanks for not making a will, by the way!”

 “Umm, Mary?”, 
I croaked nervously, “We’re not engaged or anything, are we?”

Mary looked startled:  “No Sir.”

“I can see I’m going to have to keep an eye on you, Paul.”, Marjorie said protectively.

“Then the bitch locked me in the spare room!
Welcome back, Readers!”

Is Paul doomed to stay in the dreaded and most unwelcome spare room?  Or will his evil wife let him out?  (When she wants his pin number)

Don’t miss the next exciting installment.
Same time, same channel.

Don’t touch that dial!!!!

“What-ho!  Spring is here!  Happy Easter and all that.  Looking forward to spending some time with the old family – what???”

However…..

 I greet Mary cordially:
“Planning to do the old Easter Egg hunt with your chap, Wilfred?  (From the Beano).  What!”
Unfortunately, Mary had a huge hangover from the church do the night before:
“Fuck off!”, she growled.

Well, that was bloody charming!  The miserable cow!  On a brief stroll outside, I encountered Mr Slagg (aka my true father).

“What-ho, old man!  When are you going to name the day?  Make an honest woman of our Mrs Slagg!”

“Bollocks to that!”, he 
mumbled as he slumped through my front door, a face like thunder

Miserable old basket!

 So I amble into the kitchen to sweet-talk Mrs Slagg into a second cup of coffee.  But she was having none of it:

 “Oh do be careful, Master Paul!  This is Bella,  my best scrubber!”

“Oooh, I say!”, I spluttered,”She looks such a nice girl too!  Oh, you mean the floors?! arf arf!”
“Yes!  Now clear orf! (you posh twat!)”
I sighed.  Servants just don’t give you the respect nowadays.  I decided to go and see my lovely wife:

“What-ho, Marjorie!  Spiffing Easter Bonnet there, I expect!”
“Oh, do give it a rest, Paul!  Go and watch Homes Under The Hammer, or something….”

Needless to say, I got equally short shift from my beautiful daughter, Lavinia, when I suggested we tuck into a jolly old Easter Egg together:
“Oh, do fuck off, Daddy!  I’m on a diet! (again)”

Well, this looks like a bally mishog Easter after all.  Stuff it!  I’m up the pub!

But then….

 “Oh Paul, I’m sorry”, Marjorie says
“Me too, Sir,” Mary adds, “Have some Easter cake”
“That Gin makes me awfully barky,” Marjorie went on, “Why don’t we both give up our vices?  You could pack up your fags”

 “What??? Fuck off!”

Happy Easter from the Amanda Ann Family

 A message from the Amanda-Anns :

There are some exciting new posts by Paul and Lavinia over on 
paul’s passions and lav’s rants 

Have a good time!!