Saturday, December 22, 2007



"What about you Shop Dummies in your gold party costumes, aren't you freezing?", I asked the group of Dummies on the other side of the window.

"Did you hear what she called us, George, Dummies! What an insult. that is like the N word to us(nigger, for those of you in the UK) . How dare you, what planet do you even inhabit, we are now known as Fashion Modelistas, not to be confused with live models but just as good and we look a lot better too, better figures and make up."

"Not cold, bored stiff, tired of your gold outfits?" I tried hopefully, looking for a sign of suffering.

"No quite happy thank you, aren't we gang?"

"Oh yes, indeed," said the handsome fashion Modelista in the gold hat and sunglasses. "We are the best looking in the whole East village, everyone loves how sexy we look 24/7 and how much fun we have every single second and they want to be us."

Not I, everyone except me, I wanted to say but didn't as there were four of them and one of me. The lady in the back looked rather fierce more like a warrior than a party animal and she kept glowering at me, not saying anything just looking right at me.

Instead I said, "Happy New Year guys, you look great. Enjoy. By the way did you folks see the first movie all about shop dummies, it is called Lars and the Real Girl and the dummy lady gets to go to real parties, go to church, do charity work and have a real life and be loved by a real man, true story."

"What happens in the end?" asked the one with the red mask, trying to be all fake friendly now.

"Well Lars kills her off and falls in love with a real lady in his office and they live happily ever after and the Dummy is cremated and all the town go to her funeral, and the Dummy is never seen off or thought off again, touching really. You missed your chance guys that was the one and only Hollywood version of your sad lives. It is not up for an oscar or anything, just faded into oblivion like you lot will. Ah well, see you."

Those Dummy Modelistas were getting on my wick with their superior attitude and needed taking in hand.
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