Posts tagged ‘Robert Dingley’

December 18th, 2012

I Can’t Believe What I’ve Just Done and Why

A traffic altercation can lead to surprising things

By Robert Dingley

It all started about two weeks ago. I had been to a great party in Norwich. Much of the fun of a party is the anticipation and preparation, and I had gone to my friend Nicola’s flat to prepare. Now I was returning home to Woodbridge in my Mazda MX-5 sports car with the top down and with my auburn hair hanging free behind me after a long girl’s chat (and coffee) after a long and detailed review of the evening.

Coming out of a side road a huge motorbike suddenly seemed to appear out of nowhere, lights glaring at me as if in accusation. In what seemed like slow motion I watched as the back wheel smoked and the rider seemed to lose control only to regain it a moment later to guide the machine round the front of my car coming to rest 25 metres or so further on. It all happened so fast I hardly had time to breathe. I climbed shakily out of the car.
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December 18th, 2012

A Day in the Life of a Curator

A new job, a new home and what else?

By Robert Dingley

I turned to my bedroom mirror to admire my 5ft 7in frame in silk underwear, suspenders and stockings. The feeling of silk against my skin always made me feel good. Looking at my reflection it made me look good too. Good firm bottom, I thought, turning and admiring; none of this ‘does my bum look too big in this’. Pert breasts, holding them, a good handful. It is only an interview I thought, but I need to feel good to enable me to project professional competence.

Turning back to the bed I picked up my white blouse and buttoned it up, and then stepped into the grey skirt before admiring myself in the mirror again. Mmm, smart and competent, I thought, just the right image for an assistant curator. Competition for these jobs was stiff and this would be my eighth interview. I was well qualified with a BA in history and an MA in History of Art, but so many of my peers had qualifications just as good. Even so, I had real hopes for this job.
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December 18th, 2012

A Father’s Tale

A girl’s problems with a teacher, and how her father feels about it.

By Robert Dingley

Jenny and I were walking to the bus stop after photography club when, in the distance, I could see a green car coming quickly towards us with a crushed wing and front bumper scraping along the road.

I lifted my camera, which hung around my neck, and pressed the shutter. Jenny was rather slower and did not take any pictures. I managed to take a second photograph of the back of the car as it moved away from us.

“That was Miss Hunt,” I said to Jenny.

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer person,” she replied ironically. We both giggled. Miss Hunt was not our favourite teacher.
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