of time.’
‘And that’s pretty bloody misty,’ said Arthur.
‘To a time … when things were young and fresh.’
‘Hey everyone! Booyashaka!’
Colin entered the room wearing sunglasses, despite the September rain outside. And the pitch dark.
‘Aha. Speaking of things that are young and fresh …’
Colin noisily started to eat the cashew nuts whilst Julia got him some squash.
‘When things were harmonious and squabbling was unknown,’ Ellie continued.
‘We don’t squabble,’ said Arthur. ‘Colin, leave some of those cashew nuts for everyone else.’
‘But I like cashew nuts.’
‘Just put them down,’ said Loxy, wondering whether a show of supportive strength would impress Julia in any way.
‘It’s none of your business,’ said Julia, nudging him. ‘For Christ’s sake, shut up Loxy.’
‘See!’ said Ellie. ‘It’s Ikea all over again. Exactly what I’ve been talking about. The really stupid stresses of modern living are all too much. Which is why I propose …’
The music had changed to ‘Broken Wings’ by Mister Mister.
‘We all take a trip.’
‘What kind of a trip?’
‘Please, not like when we all went to Cornwall and got lost and had to sleep in the car even when it was sleeting,’ said Arthur.
‘Better than that.’
‘My verrucca is better than that.’
‘My weekends are pretty booked up,’ said Siobhan. ‘I’m trying to book a slot to see my boyfriend.’
‘Oh please, what about that time we hired a canal boat for after finals?’ said Julia. ‘I’m still under a court order for that.’
‘That’s because you were the only one mature enough to sign the lease.’
‘No, it’s because the Hedgehog here was the only one mature enough to see if she could invent a new spin drying method by dragging all our clothes through the engine.’
‘That wasn’t it …’ started Ellie. ‘Okay, look, we’re getting off the point. We’re older now and if Caroline fucking Lafayette can hike across the Himalayas on a pogo stick, we can bloody well drive a car to California …’
There was a silence.
‘Do what?’ said Arthur.
‘Oh, fuck!’ said Ellie crossly. ‘I’ve cocked it up now and spoiled my big build-up. I’d drawn graphs and everything.’
‘What are you talking about?’ said Julia seriously.
‘This is my big plan,’ said Ellie, looking dejected. ‘It’s only going to sound stupid now.’
‘We were expecting that though,’ said Julia kindly.
Ellie pouted a bit more. Then she bucked herself up and smiled.
‘Okay. Here’s my plan. We all take some time off work.’
‘Can’t be done,’ said Siobhan instantly.
‘… say, a month.’
‘Ha!’
‘Then, go to America and hire a car.’
‘Why?’ asked Julia.
‘Okay. Here comes the science bit.’
‘Hang on,’ said Arthur. He refilled his glass. ‘Okay. I’m ready.’
‘We go to California and find the Brat Pack. And demand some answers.’
She sat back, legs crossed, waiting for the reaction. Everyone looked at everyone else to try and gauge the state of play.
‘Hedgehog, darling,’ said Julia, sitting down on the floor next to her friend.
‘You know we love you. But what the hell are you talking about?’
‘Look at us! We’ve already agreed something’s going wrong somewhere, haven’t we?’
‘Err, had we?’
‘Yes, we had, Ikea freaks.’ Ellie stood up. ‘We are going to find those Gods of our youth, and get them to explain a few things. Like – what the hell happened? You guys promised us the world in the 1980s, and you didn’t get it and we didn’t get it either and now we’re all getting fat together and it’s WRONG. Your films made growing up look fun. And it’s not. It’s cynical and stupid and boring. It grinds you down and makes you worry about acronyms you don’t understand, like – I don’t know; “ISA” and “SERPS”. And IKEA. And it rains all the time. And my Visa bill is due. It’s time for us to get out for a bit. Because otherwise, we are going to be worrying about fucking PAYE and nothing else for the REST OF OUR LIVES.’
There was a long silence.
Siobhan lightly put her hand on her friend’s leg. ‘Hedge, I’m not trying to be horrible about your idea or anything, but – all of them? You know, I’m not sure they all live in the same house like Morecambe and Wise.’
‘That doesn’t matter! Don’t you see? Look at what happened. They were told they were going to be the biggest movie stars in the world. Then they told us everything was going to work out great. Well, it didn’t work out great for Robert Downey Junior and it didn’t work out great for Charlie Sheen and Emilio Estevez married Paula Abdul, and it’s not working out for us either. And I want to know why.’
The friends looked around at each other.
‘Do you think we’d really find them all in a month?’ said Julia. ‘It sounds a bit like Pokemon.’
‘Well,’ Ellie sat back down and got out a sheet of paper, ‘I thought we could start with the hardest one. I mean, no point in having a big quest to find Judd Nelson – he’s in LA with Brooke Shields looking fat and disappointed. So I thought we’d …’
‘Hang on,’ said Siobhan, putting her hand up. ‘Can we just take a quick time out? Julia, why don’t you remind everyone what happened when we all tried to go and see American Psycho together.’
‘Well,’ began Julia with a practised air. ‘We decided we were going to go two weeks beforehand. Then no-one would take responsibility for booking the tickets, so I had to do it at the last minute, so we could only get the five o’clock showing, so Siobhan wouldn’t come because she was working, then they wouldn’t believe Colin was eighteen and he didn’t get in, then the Hedge phoned me up and told me she was bringing some more people so I booked
