INT: Interior of boat.

Rose: Nice place you’ve got here. See this one hasn’t sunk. That’s an improvement.

Hudson: You’ll be living in here. Some old shit about. I found some vinyl..that’s like a REALLY BIG CD from the PAST WHERE YOU LIVE KATE.

Rose: I’m not Kate Winslet.

Hudson: Can I get you anything, is there anything you’d like?

Rose: I’d like you to make some sort of sense. And to see my drawing.

(Rose stares into a watery shimmer, sees the picture of herself.)

Rose: That is NOT Kate Winslet, for a start…looks nothing like her.

Hudson: Yeah, well we just thought that…er..

Rose: Thought what?

Hudson: Nothing Kate. Check this old shit out. I found a shattered comb, a shit old mirror, and a packet of Chewits, still whole that…

Rose: Sigh….this was mine…

(Looks in small mirror. Shows her face.)

Rose: The reflection has changed a bit.

Hudson: Yeah. In the film it looks like Kate Winslet….

Rose: What film?

Hudson: Nothing….er…

Rose: You are an absolute prick. It’s all coming back to me now…er…as soon as Phyllis remembers this bit and stuff…

(I am Phyllis)

Rose: Er..I have to get up and go over to that screen a minute..

(Walks up to screen. Shows a room in the past and then old. Rose wonders how it got that shot. Then she sobs a bit.)

Rose: Fucking hell. Er…right..

G-daughter: I’m taking her to rest…come on nana.

Rose: NO! NO…

Hudson: Tell us Rose..

Rose: Do you want to hear this or not, Mr Lovett?

Hudson: Hudson out of ALIENS. And yes, I thought i’d implied that.

Rose: Right. It was 1972, Sting was fighting wars in the Arctic, football was invented and some ship sank. No…er..it was earlier than that..1912. Yep. It was all new. I can still remember the fresh paint. The china had never been used…the sheets had never been slept in…Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams..which it wasn’t..it was a boat. Er..no, it was…actually, it really was..

(Goes back to past…loads of people are hanging about in Southhampton docks, screaming at a boat…some are getting on, some are fucking about at customs, a man with a beard has it checked for lice…see more in part five, tomrrow. If I can be fucking bothered.)


About neilstilwell

Abseiling into trouble, a sewer rat staring at the stars. Disgusting. You can assist my search for the one ring by buying a Kindle version of this diary from here. http://www.amazon.co.uk/frozen-fridge-Zoomeister-Diaries-ebook/dp/B00C426DD0/ref=sr_1_sc_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1366481719&sr=8-1-spell&keywords=a+frozen+turd+in+a+hot+frudge It has some other stuff in it, and a dreadful cover.
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