Since Papa has made it Big in showbusiness, there are many famous faces at our house. Parties every night, that sort of thing.
And being Plastic Paul's daughter, one does get "hit on" a lot. However there is a ring of pain around my heart. And their sweet nothings fall on stony ground.
And anyway, it was Basil (the bastard) I was making a Bee-line for.
For once, he dropped his arrogance and became tongue-tied, as he tried to tell me the truth about my parentage. Basically that I belonged to him.
"Ya, Ya! Dad. I'll go and pack."
"Oh."
For once, he dropped his arrogance and became tongue-tied, as he tried to tell me the truth about my parentage. Basically that I belonged to him.
"Ya, Ya! Dad. I'll go and pack."
"Oh."
You see, Basil underestimated living with a dipsomaniac. And that I have heard drunken ramblings about my "real" father since I was four or five.
I've been packed up and ready to go for some years.
I've been packed up and ready to go for some years.
Anyway, no-one really noticed us talking. Mary was getting sweet on Wilfred (from the Beano)
Daddy was busy flirting with Batman. Rumours were that they were secretly dating. Papa going Gay again and everything.
So Basil (the bastard) and I met every day outside our house to discuss my new life. He said I would finally feel complete with him and my new stepmother.
In fact, my new Father says why wait? why prolong the agony? Come and live with us now. You could be swimming in our heated pool by Newsnight.
But it's one thing to pack your life into a suitcase, quite another to leave the house and the parents you have known all your life.
Oh, what to do. What to do....
But it's one thing to pack your life into a suitcase, quite another to leave the house and the parents you have known all your life.
Oh, what to do. What to do....