History In The Making Part II

"All is forgiven. The bubbly is on ice."
So typical of Richard, Mary, Tom and Alice. Julian would have to re mention the info that Big Sue had given her. Big Sue worked for an unmentionable big name beer company who had been buying up lots of Australian wine companies. Champagne was no longer champagne. In order to keep the price down, they were bubbling carbon dioxide through the sweet, unaged wine. So it was more in the order of soda waters, coca cola and Pepsi that these lower priced champagnes belonged. Mary, Alice and Julian were just going to have to up the ante. Drink Less and Pay More would be there new motto. Their husbands would be most approving.

Julian fervently hoped that Richard, Dicky to his friends, really and truly would forgive her. She meant no harm and had acted without malice aforethought. She had been so upset and acted in a fit of anger. Her feathers had been well and truly ruffled. It put her back in time to the collage that had been made for a theatre production of a play of Joe Orton's, a confused and immoral man who ended his days with his homosexual lover literally beating out his brains with some sort of hammer because of jealousy. Ball peen or claw hammer, Julian had no idea and hesitated to mention. Just when he was becoming successful in a worldly sort of way as well. The collage had been heavily edited without any consultation and Julian had been, at the time, mortified. She was learning the ways of the Hollywood screenwriter. 'The writer don't amount to much at all except in the writer's mind.' William Goldman, the brains behind 'All The President's Men' and 'Butch Cassidy And The Sundance Kid' didn't quite say it, but heavily implied it.

The philosophical question that didn't have to be asked was, 'what brought some people together?' 'What kept them there when they were together?' Julian was interested. She understood that the scriptures, when applied, were going to be the best bringing together and sticking together that could ever possibly exist, but there was also a natural order of things that brought people of like minds together. Most interesting.

Julian had titles banking up galore. 'The Leak Second' was one. 'Barnstorming with Robert Redford' was another, but it was time to knuckle down and do some work. The Spanish hotel rewrites had to be rewritten. Julian was a bit glum at the prospect, after all, 1,250 rewritten rewrites was no mean feat, but she was a sticker at what was write/right. And a stickler. And a battler. And loyal. And forgiving.

It was Einstein, who would be in line for a resurrection, who said, "The life of the individual has meaning only in so far as it aids in making the life of every living thing nobler and more beautiful". Stevie had that up on her cork board. She was a great believer in love. That was a whole new post, and a whole new title. Julian would be thinking of Lovely, Tom and Mary this afternoon. She could picture them upon the attractive and inviting terrace, watching the sun go down as they sipped their various tipples. Mary would have created something delectable for them all to snack on, before the marvelous gastronomic event of the evening. No pastry, Mary, does horrors to the lower colon.

kiss kiss