Since I go by voice, fascinated by sound (bring it on Ted Hughes and Richard Burton), I have a thing for French (among many others). Today’s flavour: Agent Provocateur.
It’s all I want to be. An agent. Provocative. It’s bloody heaven when I think about it. In fact, as soon as I find the next few pound Sterling, I shall have a new calling card: Ursula – line beneath: Agent Provocateur. I am so classy I won’t even mention that there is a fee. That’s the best way to stay poor.
And if anyone ever again talks to me about ‘transferable skills’ I might kill a teddy bear. Not the Angel’s “Steiff” (it’s too expensive). Any soft toy will do. Particularly one chewed to death already.