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<strong>High</strong> <strong>Fidelity</strong><br />
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Page 73 of 112<br />
6/20/2006<br />
“I am, actually, yes.”<br />
She gets up to go.<br />
“Well, think about it.”<br />
And later on, I think, what for What’s the point of thinking about it If I ever have another<br />
relationship, I’ll buy her, whoever she is, stuff that she ought to like but doesn’t know about; that’s what<br />
new boyfriends are for. And hopefully I won’t borrow money off her, or have an affair, and she won’t<br />
need to have an abortion, or run away with the neighbors, and then there won’t be anything to think<br />
about. Laura didn’t run off with Ray because I bought her CDs she wasn’t that keen on, and to pretend<br />
otherwise is just … just … psychowank. If she thinks that, then she’s missing the Brazilian rain forest<br />
for the twigs. If I can’t buy specially priced compilation albums for new girlfriends, then I might as well<br />
give up, because I’m not sure that I know how to do anything else.<br />
Twenty-Four<br />
I enjoy my birthday, but today I don’t feel so good about it. Birthdays should be suspended in years<br />
like this one: there should be a law, of man if not of nature, that you are only allowed to age when things<br />
are ticking along nicely. What do I want to be thirty-six for now I don’t. It’s not convenient. Rob<br />
Fleming’s life is frozen at the moment, and he refuses to get any older. Please retain all cards, cakes, and<br />
presents for use on another occasion.<br />
Actually, that seems to be what people have done. Sod’s law decrees that my birthday should fall on a<br />
Sunday this year, so cards and presents are not forthcoming; I didn’t get anything Saturday, either. I<br />
wasn’t expecting anything from Dick or Barry, although I told them in the pub after work, and they<br />
looked guilty, and bought me a drink, and promised me all sorts of things (well, compilation tapes,<br />
anyway); but I never remember their birthdays—you don’t, do you, unless you are of the female<br />
persuasion—so a tantrum would not be particularly appropriate in this case. But Laura Relatives<br />
Friends (Nobody you know, but I do have some, and I do see them sometimes, and one or two of them<br />
do know when my birthday is.) Godparents Anyone else at all I did get a card from my mum and a<br />
P.S. from my dad, but parents don’t count; if you don’t even get a card from your folks, then you’re<br />
really in trouble.<br />
On the morning of the day itself I spend much too much time fantasizing about some enormous<br />
surprise party organized by Laura, maybe, with the help of my mum and dad, who could have provided<br />
her with the addresses and phone numbers of some of the people she wouldn’t know about; I even find<br />
myself irritated by their not having told me about it. Suppose I just took myself off to the pictures for a<br />
solitary birthday treat without letting them know Then where would they be, eh They’d all be hiding<br />
in some cupboard somewhere while I was watching a Godfather triple-bill at the Scala. That’d serve<br />
them right. I decide not to tell them where I’m going; I’ll leave them squashed up in the dark, cramped<br />
and ill-tempered. (“I thought you were going to ring him” “I told you I didn’t have time,” etc.) After a<br />
couple of cups of coffee, however, I realize that this sort of thinking is not profitable, that it is, in fact,<br />
likely to drive me potty, and I decide to arrange something positive instead.<br />
Like what<br />
Go to the video shop for a start, and rent loads of things I’ve been saving up for just such a dismal<br />
occasion as this: Naked Gun 2 ½, Terminator 2, Robocop 2. And then ring up a couple of people to see<br />
if they want a drink tonight. Not Dick and Barry. Marie maybe, or people I haven’t seen for a long time.<br />
And then watch one or two of the videos, drink some beer, and eat some crisps, maybe even some Kettle<br />
Chips. Sounds good. Sounds like the sort of birthday a brand-new thirty-six-year-old should have.<br />
(Actually, it is the only sort of birthday a brand-new thirty-six-year-old could have, the sort of thirty-sixyear-old<br />
with no wife, family, girlfriend, or money, anyway. Kettle Chips! Fuck off!)<br />
You thought there was going to be nothing left in the video shop, didn’t you You thought I cut such a<br />
tragic figure that I’d be reduced to watching some Whoopi Goldberg comedy-thriller which never got a