PSYCHIC MABEL

Just back from a mad night at my friend's Psychic Mabel. She's a single mother of two who smokes like a chimney, has an Egyptian room in her house claims it rocks the Kasbah. She also has a rather roving third eye! I haven't seen her for ages and she's off work at the moment, she took great delight in regaling me with horror stories of the staff. She said my old manager Heather had such a bad haircut that she looked like Crystal Tips from the cartoon 'Crystal Tips and Alistair'. Mabel goes to the spiritualist church and it's always been something I;ve been intrigued by. Through her I've seen a few spiritualists who have been surprisingly accurate in their readings and although I was sceptical at first, I do believe in another life of some sort. Tonight she took my ring (no cheap jokes please) to see what she could rustle up. The results were surprising.....

She knew that Cameron has an unhealthy fascination with baby pink shirts, despite only meeting him two or three times, the last time being a year ago.
She described my Nana's house that I stayed in a lot when I was younger, she also described my Nana, sitting in her kitchen as I would walk out of the bedroom.
Mabel was able to tell me the two places I was thinking of going to on holiday next year although I've not even booked it all - Miami and New York FYI
She also managed to talk more about my emotional state and how things were going for me career wise with my work and my dancing and she could describe the shift in my attitude to my dancing and when it all came about. On top of all this we drank a fair bit of vodka and had some thoroughly diamond chat and she made some killer potato wedges. I don't see Mabel that much and although she is scatterbrained and a bit simple at times, she's also a fun gal who can kick up her heels with the best of them. A year or two ago, she came out at Xmas and was the belle of the ball with her feather boa - she'll need to have another night out with us before she heads back to the grim and grind of BT. Mabel was telling me about when her cousin had poppers on her bedside table and her cousin's mum had a cold so lifted the bottle thinking it was aromatic Olbas Oil - the poor woman took one sniff and fell down the stairs.

Now I need to catch up with another old pal, Karen - she's an old friend from my days working in the chippy. This wasn't a tacky chippy, I had a dickie bow tie and a waistcoat with Paisley pattern on the back and rather fetching ill fitted grey trousers. The girls had worse luck they had a white frilly head affair with what can only be described as a black binbag and usually grease stained white apron. I worked there for 2 years and learned a lot. I had just left school when I started and thought I had seen everything!! Little did I know what would happen over those two years... I came out, left Uni, learned to drink vodka like a proper Russian, met 2 real live gay men who taught me so much and showed a lot of patience and understanding during a difficult time, I lost contact with old friends from school and I used to go out on a Friday and Saturday night after showering in work and still smelling of cod. I still don't know how I managed to pull when I went out after work! Karen is a smart cookie who stuck in at Uni and got two degrees and a post grad and now works as a lawyer in town. We meet up a couple of times a year to catch up and she tells me about how she wants to settle down with her kebab shop man boyfriend and I tell her how I want to settle down with, well anyone who will have me and after my encounter with Psychic Mabel, I can't wait to hook up with Karen - she's also got an unhealthy obsession with diamonds and will settle for nothing less than a 3 billion carat rock on her digits. A jewellery store in town burned down and she took a week off work as it had displayed a hunk of a diamond ring she took a fancy to, I naturally took this opportunity to mention that it was probably cheap, nasty and cubic zirconia so when she fisted her boyfriend's ass, nothing of value would be lost.