Fumblings - Chapter 3
Fumblings - Chapter 3
Martin could not have been more apologetic. He had sent over “a couple of his lads” to sort things out. And here they still were six months later, having completed just the first two courses of bricks. Most days had been spent reading The Sun, posting pictures of their muscles on Instagram and arguing over who was going to drive the mini-digger.
At the time Baz had sworn that he would never give careers advice again, but now here he was doing exactly the same thing. As he turned back to the room, he looked at Camilla poised on the edge of her Pendlebury chair, her pen raised artfully above her notebook. Not one copper-coloured hair among those tumbling coils was out of place. And Baz thanked God every day for the buoyancy properties (or lack thereof) of the Continental GT3 Concept. In the corner of the room, sitting in the leather Tavis Knoyle armchair his guest was also gazing at Camilla, his eyes flitting between the hem of her tight Nathan Charles mini-skirt to the deep V of her pure silk Josh Hohneck shirt. Baz waved his hand at Vickery who had been standing motionless by the 16th century, oak-carved afoa.
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The guest immediately looked up from Camilla’s shapely ankle. He stammered slightly. “Look, I’m most awfully grateful to you for finding the time…”
Baz cut him short. “Well you didn’t listen to me last time did you? And look what a mess you made of everything.”
The guest hunched his shoulders and wiped his perspiring hands on the knees of his Simpson-Daniel suit. “I know. I can see that now. I wasn’t ready. I was young and foolish. But now I really want to have another go.”
Baz looked down at the imploring face, tears starting to smear down the pudgy pink cheeks. He sighed. “Well, alright. Though it’s against my better judgement.”
“Oh thank you. Thank you.”
For a moment Baz was worried that the man was going to fall to his knees. Baz took two steps backwards, just in case. “Well you are going to have to start from the bottom again.”
“Oh I realise that. I do. I do.”
“And you know it can’t be Witney.”
“But all my friends.. you know Rebekah and Jeremy and then there’s those nice people with their farm shop.”
Baz looked at him sternly. “Those people are no good to you.”
“But, but….”
“No buts. No you need a constituency where you can build a bit of credibility.”
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Baz shook his head firmly. “No, I have other plans for Burford.”
“Where then?”
Baz stared his guest full in the face, challenging him to defy him. “The Forest of Dean.”
The guest gripped the arms of the chair. “You’re not… you’re not serious?”
Baz drained the remains of his malt and poured himself another. “I never joke about such matters. A vacancy will arise in June and there will be a by-election shortly afterwards. You will be the official candidate of the Conservative and Unionist Party. Just don’t tell Theresa, not yet anyway.”
The guest looked crestfallen. “If that’s what you think. If you’re sure…Oh god what will I tell Sam?” And then he appeared to remember something else. “But what… but what about my new hut?”
Baz was at the limit of his patience. “For God’s sake man! It’s got wheels hasn’t it?”
The guest nodded sadly. “I guess. That’s it then. I suppose I should be grateful to you.”
Baz needed to bring this to an end. “Just don’t mess things up this time. Camilla has a folder here for you with everything you need, including the keys to a small semi in Cinderford and a voucher entitling you to lifetime membership of the local rugby club.”
“You mean I have to spend my Saturday afternoons with those…. those… people…” He sounded as though he was about to cry.
Baz couldn’t take any more. “Vickery, would you kindly show our guest to his car. You might have to ask Freddie to move his van.”
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“Sir,” she breathed in that smart but sexy Cheltenham Ladies College way she had. “This is probably not the time… but I was wondering if you might be able to give me the benefit of your long experience…”
Baz sighed another deep sigh and then turned and smiled. “For you Camilla, of course…”
“You know I’ve rather been wanting to appear on the frontispiece of Country Life? Well that nice Richard chap from the Stroud Camera Club was over again the other day and… well now he’s sent me these proofs. Could you tell me what you think?”
Camilla went to her leather Akapusi Qera shoulder bag that was hanging from the back of her chair and took out a packet of 7x5 prints.
Baz flicked through them, turning one or two of them through three hundred and sixty degrees as he struggled to work out which way was supposed to be up. “You know, I’m not really sure they are right for Country Life. They usually expect their subjects to have more… more. What’s the word I am looking for?”
Vickery, who had just returned to the room ventured “Might the word you are looking for be ‘clothes’, sir?”
“Exactly Vickery. Country Life generally prefer their subject to have more clothes.” He pointed to one particular photograph and held it up to the light. However, this one might well do for the cover of “Snake Keeper’s Monthly.”
Camilla looked disappointed. Baz put a reassuring arm around her. “Look, I know the editor at Harper’s, I think that might be more your thing anyway. I might bump into him at Kingholm on Saturday.”
His secretary brightened. “Is he a member of the 1873?”
“No he still prefers it over the other side. And he queues up for hours to get that particular spot. You see him on the telly sometimes – he’s the one with the model of the Shed on his hat.”
“Oh him?” Camilla said knowingly. “It’s always the quiet ones.”
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Camilla punched a number into her phone and handed it to her employer. After a few moments someone answered “Oh Mark, it’s you. Good…. I’m fine thanks. No…. No… I’m a bit busy until the summer. Look I’ll cut to the chase. I think you are ready for the next stage of your career…. Uhuh…. Well I know, but that will take way too long. This is something a bit different……Well how do you like New York?...Uhuh… bagels, that’s right. I like them too…. Well this would be… well there’s no pussy-footing around this. How would you like to be UN Secretary-General?....Of course I can. Have I ever let you down before?.... Exactly…. The competition? No problem. Officially, it’ll be a two-horse race….. You’ll be up against Kellyanne Conway…. No, of course she doesn’t know it yet.”
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"'Fumblings' is the superb debut novel from Oxford Glaws, which tells the story of a multi-billionaire who uses his business empire and political connections as a front for his clandestine dealings in the world of English Rugby. Strongly founded on fact and actual events, the narrative moves at breathtaking pace, but this is so much more than just a thriller. Glaws uses meticulous research and his obvious experience of life at the highest levels in academia and politics to create and develop highly credible and complex characters.
The dialogue crackles, and there is enough social commentary to give any reader pause for thought. Glaws' brilliance lies in nuanced referencing and subtle implication. He eschews the obvious- the butler isn't called Butler, the clothes aren't all made by Balmain, and the central character's true identity is cleverly disguised.
My only, churlish, criticism is that the work could use more humour - there are a couple of passages of 2 or even 3 lines where the author fails to elicit a belly laugh or even a wry smile from the reader.
But read this work now - Highly Recommended!
Released in serial form to allow author and readers some time to lead a normal life"
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LOL I did. And the girl next to me wondered what had tickled me so violently! It just leaves your mind free to impose its own sordid poses . Magnificent!
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