Our Man in Europe, dave Delacroix..... A Christmas Carol.
Tuesday night thru Wednesday morn...in the weary, English weather drizzle and rain. DAMP, sluggish, ill-dressed in cheap, off the peg Palazzo, non weather attire, MONEY dispersed on Unwanted provincial train rides, dark window Buses, ALL the misery that the British Isles climate can conjour> More DAMP, Chill! Pregnant teen, Boy-GONE! In the NAVY, or an outright Scoundrel, a CAD< some Wager to Knock Up a serving wench from the Shires, a tale not limited to novels by Thomas Hardy.....SHE finds herself NEVER in exotic locations/ Eastbourne, Turnbridge Wells, Cheltenham Spa or Harrogate, the Watering Holes of the BRIT-antiquated, upwardly dysfunctional. Neither Ascot, Wimbledon, Henley or Glynbourne, the latter, where Operatic Heroines, such as she is, demise in such Poetic circumstance... and NOT in their wildest dreams clutching an Unemployment card! Utter oaths such as, Jesus! Jesus! I-m really FUCKED!!!
Indeed. No recourse to St. James, Mayfair, or Kensington...but to DRONE into REDCAR, SKEGNESS, BARRY ISLAND in Wales, or Southend, GRAVESEND, situ eternal!
Her prostrate Corpse was discovered under Brighton Pier, low tide, by Major Gollinks, Royal Artillery, Ret., whilst dawn-walking his Golden Retriever. A Dog.
The CORONER, 2 days later, when he reluctantly initiated a post mortem at the bequest-instigation of the 2 young BOBBIES and their Sergeant, first on the scene of her bodies discovery...even IN Death, she exuded a charm, a beauty perhaps as RIGOUR had set in, accentuating her facial features into a display of a sad smile...the Coroner pronounced, and by this time, equally affected>
She died of Hopelessness, despair, Loneliness, Hypothermia, complications due to her Unwanted and Unsupported Pregnancy...and only 20 pence in her pocket!
Oddly enough, her Story made the Tabloids! Human Interest! An aged Foster Mother came forth, some bogus responses too, for Newspaper rewards, all discounted and later summarily prosecuted. Stalwart Non Alcohol Ladies raised a row, Brighton's, then Mayor, proposed a Statue be erected. The Unknown Woman!...Like the Unknown Soldier. THEN it was discovered that her Dalliance, ergo Pregnancy perhaps involved a Title close to the CROWN....!!!
The LID on this Case was promptly, and immediately SEALED. Enough said. This Unfortunate was condemned to Eternal Obscurity.
Truth be told...and HIRING practises in Public AND Business Pools are notoriously slip-shod.... a day-jobber at REUTERS half passed on a piece to a newly recruited Clerk at H. M. Governments Ministry of Information..... RIBALD HARRY....THE CROWN....Suspected PATER of Brighton Pier Lost Gal!!!
Needless to say, handsome Harry X, bartender at the Rose and CROWN in Faversham Kent kept a low profile for the rest of his worthless life!
c2018,davedelacroix,murphys pub, sciacca,sicily.
