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Authors: Danny Wallace
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Waiting…
Waiting…
It
worked.
I hit Address Book.
I hit A.
And there it was… ANIL.
I paused for a second. I pressed Dial.
Minutes later, I sat down, and smiled. I had a
plan.
Something to do. With no idea of where it would lead, or what would happen, or how it had come to this. But this was fun,
I thought.
I’m just updating my address book.
I picked up my sausage with my fingers and chewed the end off. The way sausages are
supposed
to be eaten.
And then something else caught my eye.
I looked at the pile of pictures, and papers, and at the big bundle of letters, all tied together with a red elastic band.
December 19th, 1988
Dear Daniel,
Hello—It’s Andy here!
At the weekend I went up to Invercarie with Brian and Auntie Anne. Brian bought a new Frisbee. We went to get a Chinese takeaway
and as we stopped outside one about twenty kids appeared from nowhere and filled the shop so we had to find another one.
I haven’t had a reply to my last letter yet so I must guess that you are really really busy again! Plus you never answer my
questions!
I would have written earlier but couldn’t, this is due to the fact that I was waiting to get a new printer ribbon for my computer
and the only place I can get one is Leicester.
I’ve got a new desk!!!!
Not sure you know what’s happening in
Neighbours,
but today Henry went to work in New Zealand and it was a traditional
Neighbours
leaving scene showing Bromwin thinking about all the good time’s, and Madge was crying.
HAHA! Remember when we locked Emma Robert’s in the cupboard at school?
I hope you write back soon!
Andy
June 6th, 2006
Andy “Clementine” Clements!
Hello! It’s Daniel here!
I’m so sorry it’s taken me around eigh teen years to get back to you, but things have been very hectic here.
I am now a married man who is nearly thirty.
Congratulations on the new desk! And how is the new printer ribbon? Yes, it was fun locking that girl in a cupboard.
Andy, I recently found all your old letters in a big box my parents sent me. I have been reminded of all the fun we had; fun
I’d completely and utterly forgotten about.
From reading them again, it seems like I didn’t reply much. I’m sorry.
But better late than never. Please rest assured I will answer all the questions you had for me, and give my advice where I
can.
Your pal,
Daniel
P.S. I hope you have stopped locking girls in cupboards. I am trying to cut down, but it is just so hard once you have the
taste for it.
CHAPTER FIVE
IN WHICH WE LEARN THAT DANIEL HAS LOST HIS YOUTHFUL MENACE…
T he train pulled into Loughborough on a fine and sunny Saturday lunchtime and I hopped cheerfully out.
I’d rushed to the Internet and booked the ticket the very same night I’d managed to find Anil’s number. He was heading back
home that weekend to see his parents and had immediately invited me to stay. I’d had no hesitation in saying yes. I’d known,
there and then, that this would be
fun
.
The next morning, of course, I’d considered the potential awkwardness of it. Of spending a weekend revisiting things that
I’d never thought I’d need or want to revisit. But what if this was exactly what I needed? What if all I needed was a quick
blast from the past to be able to move on?
And anyway—this was a one-off. A salute to times gone by. All I was doing was updating my address book. Making an effort.
Doing
something. Seeing a friend.
The station hadn’t changed one bit in the sixteen years since I’d last seen it. And I mean not
one
bit. But then, as I’d find out, nothing much
did
change in Loughborough. I’d managed to spend six happy years here. Happy years of not much more than cycling about, and running
around. Of mild, leafy summers and mild, never-all-that-chilly winters and mild, conker-filled autumns… which reminded me
of something…
CONKED OUT!
Delayed by other events, the annual conker championship at Holywell Primary
Waiting…
Waiting…
It
worked.
I hit Address Book.
I hit A.
And there it was… ANIL.
I paused for a second. I pressed Dial.
Minutes later, I sat down, and smiled. I had a
plan.
Something to do. With no idea of where it would lead, or what would happen, or how it had come to this. But this was fun,
I thought.
I’m just updating my address book.
I picked up my sausage with my fingers and chewed the end off. The way sausages are
supposed
to be eaten.
And then something else caught my eye.
I looked at the pile of pictures, and papers, and at the big bundle of letters, all tied together with a red elastic band.
December 19th, 1988
Dear Daniel,
Hello—It’s Andy here!
At the weekend I went up to Invercarie with Brian and Auntie Anne. Brian bought a new Frisbee. We went to get a Chinese takeaway
and as we stopped outside one about twenty kids appeared from nowhere and filled the shop so we had to find another one.
I haven’t had a reply to my last letter yet so I must guess that you are really really busy again! Plus you never answer my
questions!
I would have written earlier but couldn’t, this is due to the fact that I was waiting to get a new printer ribbon for my computer
and the only place I can get one is Leicester.
I’ve got a new desk!!!!
Not sure you know what’s happening in
Neighbours,
but today Henry went to work in New Zealand and it was a traditional
Neighbours
leaving scene showing Bromwin thinking about all the good time’s, and Madge was crying.
HAHA! Remember when we locked Emma Robert’s in the cupboard at school?
I hope you write back soon!
Andy
June 6th, 2006
Andy “Clementine” Clements!
Hello! It’s Daniel here!
I’m so sorry it’s taken me around eigh teen years to get back to you, but things have been very hectic here.
I am now a married man who is nearly thirty.
Congratulations on the new desk! And how is the new printer ribbon? Yes, it was fun locking that girl in a cupboard.
Andy, I recently found all your old letters in a big box my parents sent me. I have been reminded of all the fun we had; fun
I’d completely and utterly forgotten about.
From reading them again, it seems like I didn’t reply much. I’m sorry.
But better late than never. Please rest assured I will answer all the questions you had for me, and give my advice where I
can.
Your pal,
Daniel
P.S. I hope you have stopped locking girls in cupboards. I am trying to cut down, but it is just so hard once you have the
taste for it.
CHAPTER FIVE
IN WHICH WE LEARN THAT DANIEL HAS LOST HIS YOUTHFUL MENACE…
T he train pulled into Loughborough on a fine and sunny Saturday lunchtime and I hopped cheerfully out.
I’d rushed to the Internet and booked the ticket the very same night I’d managed to find Anil’s number. He was heading back
home that weekend to see his parents and had immediately invited me to stay. I’d had no hesitation in saying yes. I’d known,
there and then, that this would be
fun
.
The next morning, of course, I’d considered the potential awkwardness of it. Of spending a weekend revisiting things that
I’d never thought I’d need or want to revisit. But what if this was exactly what I needed? What if all I needed was a quick
blast from the past to be able to move on?
And anyway—this was a one-off. A salute to times gone by. All I was doing was updating my address book. Making an effort.
Doing
something. Seeing a friend.
The station hadn’t changed one bit in the sixteen years since I’d last seen it. And I mean not
one
bit. But then, as I’d find out, nothing much
did
change in Loughborough. I’d managed to spend six happy years here. Happy years of not much more than cycling about, and running
around. Of mild, leafy summers and mild, never-all-that-chilly winters and mild, conker-filled autumns… which reminded me
of something…
CONKED OUT!
Delayed by other events, the annual conker championship at Holywell Primary
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