Old
Clothes for New ©
By
Michael Casey
I haven’t
written a story story in a while, so here goes. This will in fact be going into
my 21st full book, 21 Door Keys, I’ve just named it, so come back in
a year and I’ll have 200 pages or so for you, or 100,000 words, but only God
knows. And how did I get the idea, I had nothing seconds ago, well my small
daughter sat at her desk next to mine remarked on my old Flasher Mac, that I’m
wearing to keep warm. And that was a spark which will become a story, so if you are sitting comfortably then
I’m begin.
Gerry worked
in the Charity shop, he sorted and hung all the clothes up on hangers, and
tidied up after the rush. The rush mainly being Old Folks looking for a bargain,
it was not like Primark with knickers discarded everywhere, or the back of the
Old Hens Nest bar, where knickers also used to get discarded, but that’s
another story. No Gerry was no Pacemaker, though he did have a pacemaker inside
of him, so he avoided standing too close to the radio. All in all though he
liked his job, 3 days a week in the warm of the shop, so he saved on heating
where he lived in a Tower Block.
There were
benefits working in the Charity shop, when old old stock was dirty he could buy
it even cheaper. So all shades and fashions became his passion, he had a
washing machine and knew how to use it, so he ended up, a very dedicated
follower of Fashion. There was a 6th Form nearby, and a retirement
village too, so a whole variety of clothes landed at the Charity shop, Gerry
mixed and matched and became not an Englishman in New York, more like a dandy from Birmingham. George Melly, but without the
belly, though he did know how to have his hat at an angle. He watched Jools
Holland on tv, and learnt all the tricks, to stand with attitude and make clothes sing, it was a music show after
all.
So all this
meant turned up at the shop looking different every day, almost gay but happier.
Gay means happy by the way if you are younger that 50 you may not even know
that. Trevor was Gay, he was a gay Gay, always with a smile on his face, he also
did a day at Charity shop, obviously he and Gerry hit it off. Trevor was studying
Fashion at the Uni down the road, and he
could ponder the world while he worked in the Charity shop, it also gave him
ideas for his fashion. He could also buy
up the old old stock and transform it into something new. So two and two makes
four, and don’t shut that door, because they liked the air to flow through the
Charity shop. Trevor needed a model, and Garry was roped in. I should also say
people thought Gerry and Trevor were an odd couple, or father and son, and that’s how it begun.
Gerry
could pose, he was a very good old poser, too much Later with Jools Holland
ensured that. He even started to wear black eyeliner so he’d look better in the
snaps and videos for Trevor’s Book of Clothes. And yes Trevor was a great
designer too, and with Gerry he was a pacemaker, but the Fashion crew at Uni
were a great big family so Gerry felt so happy there. He appeared in more and
students Books of Clothes.
Things
went swimmingly and he even met Miss Himmingly, who wore juicy red lipstick and
fishnet tights and a beret, the beret rotated in different colours of the
rainbow. But otherwise she was Oh La La
French, with a pencil tight skirt and a red leather jacket. That was her look
and she didn’t give a hoot what other people thought, she was Miss Oh La La, in
fact that’s what everybody called her, through her dark sunglasses.
Gerry’s
life had blossomed, he was as happy as Larry, maybe even as happy as Larry Grayson,
now he never had a grey day, just a gay “son”, so it was Fashion week and he
was asked to join the catwalk. This meant lots of quick changes, but Miss
Himmingly said it would go swimmingly, she’d stand behind the curtains and tear
off his clothes to help him get ready. Almost like a scene from White Chicks.
So that’s what she did, he walked the walk, and she tore the clothes off his
back. But in the excitement and confusion, he lost his own
clothes. So Miss Himmingly said he could wear he French mac and she’d give his
a drive home in her 2CV. So that’s what they did.
On the 13th
floor, and it was a Friday, Gerry let Miss Oh La La in, and he gave her back her mac. Now if you
spend an evening ripping the clothes off a man it can be very arousing. So Miss
Oh La La suggested as she had ripped his clothes off repeatedly in the name of Fashion,
then he should do the same. Gerry thought it as a bit of a joke, but he
complied with her wishes, until she was naked before him. The she removed his
long johns. The urge was out, she had known him as a model, now she’s know him
as a man. Was it wrong, on Friday 13th to give away to gay abandon.
Oh La La Miss Himmingly, she wore sunglasses to hide her heartbreak from a past
love, now she’d throw them away and always be happy and gay. You see, Garry may
have a pacemaker, but he knew all about rhythm, too much Jools Holland and
Later no doubt.
Miss
Himmingly asked, do you think I’m a tart? NO, said Gerry the Urge will out, and
now it’s Time for both of us. Besides our
kids can all have little berets and I could grow a pencil moustache. Oh
La La, and the 13th became the 14th and the 15th.
For three days they were at it, until Gill from StatsMR who lived next door,
banged on the door and threw a bucket of ice cold water on them, steam rose.
And that’s
how Gerry and his pacemaker, became a pacemaker and got a wife, yes she was 30
years younger, but Love is Love. The Charity shop closed down, but Miss
Himmingly took over the lease and sold her Fashion students’ clothes in the store.
They did design a nursing bra for her,
in kinky red latex, they were Fashion students after all, and actually that
design was a big hit. So that’s a true love story, and you never know when Love will comes acalling,
you an shut that door now, it’s a bit chilly.
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