A
few years ago a friend told me his wife had never had flowers bought for her -
ever. A few months went by and he bought her a bouquet for£1.99 from a garage
forecourt. The reception was quite poor - she meant a big bouquet from a flower
shop. A few more months went passed and he spent £30 on a bouquet of mixed
flowers. Bullseye - she loved it.
He told her she had never done a striptease
for him - ever. She flatly refused saying it was never going to happen and wasn’t
even comfortable undressing in front of him. She compromised by wearing no
underwear when they had his parents round for a meal. Years passed and upon one
of his birthdays they went out for a meal. They returned home and he changed
into his pyjamas and came downstairs to watch the news on television. His wife
called him from the kitchen and when he went in she was stood on the kitchen
table. The main light was switched off but the strip lights under the cupboards
bathed the room in a dim light.
She
had put on Roxy Music’s Avalon and prodded a finger at him, “Sit there!” He sat
pinned to the chair she had pulled out from the table and positioned a few feet
away. I suppose most men about to see a strip would squat on a running chain
saw if they had to, never mind a chair. He proceeded to watch her doing a slow
dance and strip. He said she executed it with such fluid ease he wondered about
getting her to work at a lap-dancing club (but chose not to suggest this - just
in case it didn’t go down favourably.)
The
three mesmerising minutes were punctuated by her saying “that roller blind had
better not go up” (they had a roller blind which had a habit of shooting up
unexpectedly) and him having to remove clothing which had landed in the heap of
cat food. This heady vignette continued into the lounge where they entangled
themselves on the couch. Cold water was soon poured on events when his wife
rolled off the couch onto the floor gashing her temple on the corner of the coffee
table. The moment was over but the memory still lingers.
Here
is a painting of a striptease nature. I did it in about three hours. It’s quite
sparse and besides the leg and man there wasn’t much to work on. I was going to
add some furniture or a mantle-piece or window but thought it might steal some
of the attention from that leg. I had to work on that man a bit. I hastily painted
in a face and I saw a scary-looking heavy doughy face like Winston Churchill’s.
With a thin brush I quickly turned him into cool dude. What’s more cool than
wearing sunglasses indoors. It’s so cool its hot.
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