Forenoon

The forenoon Show There is a ship anchored close to the shore in the bay, I wonder what the cook is doing now perhaps he is chopping onions for frying with a bit of meat from lunch or maybe he is washing pots and pans while the officers who have nothing to do play cards in the mess hall. The crew stand by the railing looking at the shore and the bright light, eyeing at their watches when is the cook ready to serve them some grub? I turn my thought to Julia apparently she was not funny enough, a day time hostess has to be relentlessly hilarious, facile, pretty and dumb. I wonder how long she will last before a burnout there many young females dying to get the job. Exposure, the name in coloured magazines, the interview by a sycophantic journalist who let the object prattle one about their childhood which was hard, interfered with by an uncle, endless is the navel-gazing, but the question how they got there so fast is not mentioned whatever it was it has little to do with talent.