The Ladies in Waiting explained all that had transpired in their lives since the day they met Jellatine in Ann-Judy’s bedroom. How vain Victoria had grown up and relegated them to an old shoe box (the audacity and indecency of it!) How in the early 1980's she became the muse of a new wave American muso living in London, quite a bit older than she and quite at the forefront of popular post punk music, moving in ‘it’ circles. She'd moved in with him and amongst the accoutrements that relocated with her, was the old shoebox of dolls. The German Ladies were not at all happy with this turn of events except for Frangelica who, with her way-out 80's outfits and handsome boyfriend Anjello, actually had a whale of a time in the new romantic Adam Antsy home and partied all night long every night. The situation deteriorated even worse when the muso’s super brat daughter discovered the shoebox and did what she liked with the collectible dolls, which as we all now know, was Cyndi Lauper loopy hair-raising. When Victoria saw what had happened to her ‘prized’ dolls her wrath was beyond measure, so out of spite and retaliation the wicked stepdaughter recklessly tossed the dolls, bundled in a deluxe plush white hand towel, wrecked and stained with red-orange dye, out the third floor window of the terraced house. They landed traumatized, but thankfully, on the fake, leopard print fur, back-seat of a souped-up mini convertible on its way for a day at Brighton Pier. As previously mentioned, Frangelica and Anjello had escaped the near dye experience by a hair's breadth and vamoosed. The remaining three dolls in the speeding vehicle, with the car stereo blaring "Girls just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper, coincidentally, were fritzed, their nerves frazzled and their hair frizzled and they most definitely were NOT having fun. Once the mini had parked, the trio managed to sneakily evacuate and hide in an inconspicuous cavity amongst some jagged boulders on the Brighton Esplanade. They huddled terrified.
A seagull with a very sharp eye spotted the bright red and orange hair and came over to investigate. His treacherous large beak loomed over them, his gaze was direct and piercing while the bright clear sky silhouetted around him. The trio huddled tighter together in a group hug whimpering. The gull unexpectedly spoke in a deep baritone soothing Barry White kind of a voice: “I quote: ‘Lost… On a painted sky… Where the clouds are hung… For the poet’s eye… You may find’…” “Vot in creation are you on about bird?” Gingerine, by now at her wits’ end, demanded fiercely and frankly. By this stage their English was quite good so communication was a cinch. Well it would have been if the bird did not seem so ‘bird-brained’ and round the bend. “Beg your pardon Ma’am. I thought it might sound familiar to you?” Swooned the seagull. “Not at all!” Snapped Gingerine. “Oh. I see. Well let me introduce myself. I am Jonathon Livingstone Seagull’s stunt double.” He announced importantly. “I acted in the great movie of 73. I did all the dangerous bits you know? Of course I was a lot younger and more daring back then haha!” “Look! I have no idea vot you are on about, but ve vould be most grateful if you vould help us.” Continued Gingerine a touch more amiably. “You’re not from these parts are you?” Quipped the gull more to himself as if that explained the idiocy of his audience, but it didn't dent his natural chivalrous disposition which was quite unlike most seagulls who can be brash and grabbing. “Ladies I shall assist you. After all, there is none so gallant as a gallant gull.” The Ladies exchanged knowing looks and raised eyebrows but were very much relieved none the less. Just then another gull swooped in with a wet and bedraggled little ragdoll type Pippi Longstocking doll in his beak. “Oi Jonny look what the tide brought in! Dropped from the pier by a careless little girl, needless to say.” “Fancy a quick run to the Royal Tower Mike? And get Paul and Frank to help too.” “You sure you don’t want the whole flock of seagulls?” Muttered Mike sarcastically. “Nah, one a piece should do it.” And that is how the bedraggled and windswept and worse for wear and hair Ladies in Waiting got transported back to Royal Doll Town, where they were polished up and set in place and their new positions suited them most comfortably. The Queen liked them smart in matching uniforms with big individualized chrysanthemum petallic hats on their heads, an endeavour which most often failed on Freckeline's part for she never was quite as tidily presented and required endless tweaking!
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AND HE SAID:
"Truly I tell you,
You're NEVER too old to be young at heart
P l a g i a r i s m is
a plague D O N ' T
S P R E A D I T ! ! !
R e s p e c t