Another Departure

John and his Fieldsian nose have gone. Gave out it was because Lynn – his much younger wife- bagged a job in Gib. I reckon he couldn't live down his part in the Hypnotist's show in the Venta. “As it goes” as he liked to say, they've moved down to San Roque to breathe in the fumes from the Oil Refinery. Actually, I miss him. Always good for an argument, John. Adamantine. Not my word that one. The Urbanizacion's resident writer came up with that one. Pompous prick. I looked it up. It can mean 'like a diamond in lustre' – which might have done, at a pinch, for his drinker's nose. Or 'too hard to cut, break or pierce' – no good since I remember the blood when he got into a fight with 'Toby' Juggs over the original line up of the Pretty Things. John was wrong, by the way. No; 'utterly unyielding or firm in attitude or opinion'. That's the one . John to a 'T', or an 'A' if you like.

Might miss Lynn too; forty something, dark roots, split blonde ends. Fond of thongs and pleased to show them to you if John wasn't looking. He often wasn't. Had too long an afternoon once and nearly succumbed. Lucky escape. Cheers for now then, catch you next week, I'll get you that beer back.