Dear Rebecca
In your letter, for which I thank you, you asked:
What advice might you have for a young lady (of 27, according to the newspaper cutting you enclosed with your last letter) meeting an internet acquaintance for the first time in real life? How should the two of them, for example, go about ordering tea in a cafƩ? If her date is anything like you I can only imagine the stand-off.
Unfortunately, our meeting arrived before I could answer, so imagine how mortified I was when, in one of the most upmarket cafƩs Elaine and I could find, you suddenly whipped out a teabag.
āHo, varletā, you screeched across the room to a waiter. āBring me a container of hot water and a mug at once. And a plate of your finest comestibles.ā
When the waiter started to say, āMadame, unfortunately āā you said āDonāt give me that. I know my rights.ā
Elaine and I didnāt know where to put ourselves. And what was Jim doing all this time? Taking photos and muttering, āTheyāre gonna love thisā, āI think the Teabag Times will take this oneā, and āThis is going look great in my true life story, āScandal in Starbucksā.ā
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Itās a terrible tragedy about the Sycamore Gap but somehow unsurprising. Words fail me.
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Itās nice that you get to visit all those lovely places. But what a lot of faff and planning and driving. Iāve set up a back projection unit in our lounge. It means we can play a film of, say, the coast of Florida, and it feels like weāre actually there. No need to even step outside the front door. Weāve even got sound effects records to go with the films. Marvellous.
Your mention of Hadrianās Wall reminded me of a headline a few years ago when the Magna Carta was being taken to various countries:
Magna Carta hits great wall in China
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Iām glad you like my approach to proofreading and editing. Lots of writers bang on about the importance of good editing ā in advance. Baloney. By the time youāve got it perfect the readers have lost interest and moved on. Much better, I think, to adopt the Frank OāConnor approach. He would bash out a story in four hours in order to make sure he got it all down while it was fresh ā and would then edit over and over again. In some cases he revised the story fifty times, even after it had been published in a collection. So much so that if you are in a reading group studying OāConnorās stories, you have to make sure that everyone has the same version.
Oh, and by the way: lunch is for wimps. I stop for lunch after I have written an article. The idea of it serves as an incentive to finish as soon as possible.
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Did I tell you that because of my phenomenal prolificacy I have had to install a new computer? Here it is:
It takes a bit of getting used to but weāre very pleased with it.
And on that note, may I say: enough of this persiflage, and I look forward to hearing your account of our historic meeting last week.
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All the best
Terry
Well, what can I say? My only regret regarding our meeting had been my omission to bring my own teaspoon with which to mash my teabag - those flimsy wooden lolly-stick-style stirrers just don't have the required oomph for such a task.
*adds 'teaspoon' to list for future meetings with Terry*
I hope you will give Rebecca another chance, Terry. A little rude behavior at Starbucks, a run-in with the law over stolen shopping lists, this is all petty stuff. At 27, she is young enough to be rehabilitated. And she has such a kind smile.