Nelson Galaxy

I had to face George this morning and tell him I am not prepared to play any part in his sick Paul Young cover versions band. As he stood before me in his tinsel wig and bowler hat I saw a little white tear form at the corner of his eye. His head was lowered and his bottom lip protruded and quivered.

“I am so sorry George. . . I am just so busy. . . It would not have worked. . . Think how silly it would have been. . . We would have been a laughing stock. . . Say something George.”

I did not know if George was full of rage or full of sadness. Would he attack me with his razor hat or would he just sit in a dark corner for a while? I placed my hand on his shoulder to reassure him. He did not move, just stood still with his eyes focused on the filthy carpet.

“I’ll tell you what we should do old chap. I’ll let you take me for a pint and we can drown your sorrows. That’ll cheer you up. I will even sit near you in the pub if you like; make it look like you might have a friend. What do you say Georgie?”

George raised his little round head and looked me in the eye. He slowly removed his bowler hat and then removed his tinsel wig, delicately placing them to one side. He walked to his desk and opened his draw. Out of its dark innards he produced a beautiful sequined dress, a pair of gorgeous killer heels and a luxurious long black wig. His eyes widened and sparkled, the look of excitement on his face was palpable.

“It is OK Nelson, I have had a much better idea. We can form a Girls Aloud covers band but do it as boys dressed as girls singing songs by girls as boys being girls but boys and what not. Don’t you see? It will be massive.”

“Oh, mmmm. Erm, George I am going to have to have a think about this.”