It's been a busy weekend. I spent Saturday trying to remember three stories for a performance in Arrochar. So I have given The Red Cross Shop And The Codpiece a rest this month and treated you to Mavis and Me 'Do' Half-Life. A short story from A Dress For A Queen, an anthology I published a few years ago.

Mavis and Me “Do” Half-Life was my first commission. 

“Half Life” was an outdoor art installation held in Argyll that ran for a month. Art and sound pieces were created on ancient stone sites in the area, along with a performance that was so arty I had no idea what it was about. 

A booklet was written to accompany the exhibition, and I (being a local writer) was asked to add something, which gave me free access to everything, including the drinks, ‘do’ afterwards.

Mavis and Me “Do” Half-Life

Mavis and I walked into the Argyll for a quick one; I had my walking shoes and dad’s jacket on for warmth, while Mavis had opted for leather, lipstick, and flowery wellies.

Mavis, poised by the bar; she had two tickets for the Half-Life show and a novel’s worth of opinions about it. Mavis likes to think she’s arty. Me? I’m more a Rubens fan: lots of fat women, safely framed and hanging in a warm room with coffee and a toilet nearby.

For a woman of a certain age, that’s comfort.

“You headin’ for the Antarctic?” said Malcolm, the barman.

Malcolm is the sort of guy who thinks culture is anything written in French, and Gaelic is what the French cook mushrooms in; he wouldn’t know art if it jumped up and ripped his nails out one by one, and he wasn’t impressed when we told him about Half-Life.

“What’s that when it’s at home?” he said.

“It’s outdoor art,” said Mavis, “something to do with bones and cremation, and we’ve been invited.”

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