FlibbleArse
By Anthony Self
“Did you hear me, Frank? I need you to acknowledge what I’ve just told you.”
My brother manages to retain a patronising and officious prick-like manner over the phone, even with the bombshell news he’s just dropped on me. He’s like a repulsive adult giving a child a minor treat and expecting to be thanked. Probably why I haven’t spoken to him for over a year now. I take a moment to process the information.
“I hear you, Harry. Guess I’m just surprised. Thought cold blooded creatures like that lived for hundreds of years.”
There’s a sigh down the phone. I can imagine Harry rolling his eyes with a small, patient smile. He was always The Old Man’s favourite. If you have a brother or sister, you know there’s one that tips the scales for a parent’s preference. Mo
