CLARE KIRWAN THE NIGHTS THAT YOU REMEMBER The nights that you remember are the nights that you forget. Your highest heels come clippety like frantic castanets when you come home light and reeling from some heady tête-à-tête in your crinoline of splendour like a blazing suffragette after waking with a stranger unaware of etiquette and a whirl of words is spinning in a crazy alphabet with a roar of voice and music like a head-bound exocet. The nights that you remember are the nights that you forget. The nights that you remember are the nights that you forget. You've a jingoistic tingle for the ones that passed the net, your face mushed up from a bust up with some bruiser from the Met who's asked you for a statement in a photo-fit roulette and you wake up in the ambulance in pools of blood and sweat and the A&E is heaving so they take you to a vet where you end up fed and pampered as somebody's special pet. Yes, the nights that you remember are the nights that you forget. Back to TUT Samples Back to The Ugly Tree The Library