Bettina Beehive

"He's outside again.  That guy,  he's loitering outside hiding behind a telegraph pole !"
"what guy ?"
"Brill Cream...from the Youth Club, I told you about him,  Mr Northern Soul "
I had my finger in the letter box opening just wide enough to see life cropped to a half inch by eight inch slot, just enough to spy Brill Cream sat on the wall over the road, the tips of his Union Jack parker flapping between gangly legs.  I was not entirely sure Mr Northern Soul used Brill Cream, the one time I got close enough  to him..I saw my reflection in his fringe when he passed  me a tennis bat.  It was an unexpected shock.
  The record player was trying to blast out a tune, above the tick  ..tack..tock..tack of table tennis balls .." Peep through the bathroom door,  did you ever ..did you ever..see your sister in the raw " and all I could think of was, how the chuff do you dance to that.? like a zombie probably, anyways he passed me his use, tennis bat, and our eyes met in transfer.
  Now, some people may hear trumpets and coronets, and perhaps a few violins ..but the instant I clapped eyes on his I saw and heard Billy Butlins Redcoats performing ' hit the road Jack. and don't you come back .no more ..nor more no more' and not even a good rendition of it. off key , out of synchronsation and duff as they come , you know, when you get that feeling, like hmm, he's not just passing me a bat..he has condensed this moment in time into an inquision capsule and is  balanced on the end of a javilin  and poking it right in my eye.  You can't ignore that sticking out like a sore thumb..  I took the bat, noting my beauty in his fringe, and totally disregarded the mind meld he was attempting.  Indianna wants me, lord I can't go back there...why on earth does a county want him, I thought..these top twenty hits are strange, give me something  to dance to to, not all this american stuff that I don't understand, it may take me years before I understand what these people are singing about, then nothing I feel for now , will matter a shot.  
" are you still spying out that letter box?"
"yes,!"
" well I don't know which of you two is worse, you're just a voyeur..a curtain twitcher, a bit of a novelty twitching two steel flaps but, nothing surprises me about you"
My sister can be a pain, I may have made a mistake taking her into my confidence and making her part of my 'B' club, we are not the 'A' team which is average..we are the 'B' team which is way better, but I thought I could always disband her at a later date, if she proved to be trouble..thank god we never affiliated into The Pink Ladies, my life would be unbearable..living under the threat of borderline personality disorder Obsessive Compulsive Debbs, or Deborah as she liked to be titled.  It always made her sound like a french au pair and not the english pop tart that she was.  
" right I'm done sweet cheeks...off for a bath, he can stew out there"
"you'll be lucky, Wayne's been in it for an hour..there's no hot water left..the top twenty is only half through..and he won't surface till the Shipping Forcast comes on."
"damn it..missed out again."  Fisher, Doggar, German bite.