PHONE CALL FROM MUM
I’m walking to the cash machine up the road from my flat, to get money out so I can buy some bits from the corner shop, which doesn’t accept cards and I my phone rings. It’s my Mum.
“Hello?” I have no idea why I keep answering the phone that way; it’s my mobile, I know who it is calling me and there is absolutely no reason to say hello in the form of a question.
“Hello Rick.” My Mum sounds like she’s in her car.
“Hey Mum.”
“So tell me about this interview you had. That’s pretty exciting, how did you get it?”
“Oh a friend of mine from school works there and he asked if I was interested being a Junior Editor at this place.” I’m smiling because I only briefly mentioned to her at the beginning of the week that I had an interview lined up for the next day and I have no idea how she’s going to react to the porn situation.
“So it’s a film company? Like a proper film making company?”
“They are. But. The kind of films they make… are… kind of… adult.”
“Adult?”
“They make porn.”
“Mummy, what’s porn?” I suddenly hear a small innocent voice ask.
“Rick! You’re on speaker phone, I’ve got your little sisters in the back!” I start laughing; it’s too funny.
“What is porn Mummy?” she asks again.
“You’re explaining that to her Rick.” I’m still laughing. “Oh dear, so when you say porn, what…” my Mum asks, obviously hoping they make some kind of late night Channel Five softcore films.
“They make funny spoofy adult films. And their stuff is put on some of the adult channels on sky too.”
“Right. And how did the interview go?”
“Really well actually. We had a chat, then they made me edit hardcore porn for twenty minutes.”
“But what is porn Mummy?” asks the innocent voice on the other end of the phone again and I start chuckling once more.
“That’s lovely Rick. So it went well?” my mum asks.
“I think so, they said they’ll let me know. But there were other, more experienced people going for the job so I haven’t got my hopes up. But still it’s good experience going for an interview.”
“Well exactly Rick, you’ve only just finished film school. I think Dad is worried that he’s going to be paying for you for the rest of your life, so this will come as a great relief that you’re actually looking for work.” She’s looking at the bright side.
“Yeah, and I didn’t even go looking for this one, it just sort of pounced on me.”
“Well as long as you’re having fun,” she says signing off.
“Always,” I say with a smile.
“We’re at the shops, I’ve got to go, take care.”
“Will do. Talk to you soon.”
“Byeeee,” She ends with.
“Mummy?” There’s a click just as I hear that innocent voice one more time and I arrive at the cash point.
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