Monday, 21 May 2018
The Local Vicar - Episode 47
Paul’s completed his first novel, it’s taken him five years to write. Before he’ll even consider passing it to the publishers, he’d like Gaynor’s valued opinion. 12 months later and Paul politely reminds Gaynor of his manuscript, ‘Oh aye’ she says stubbing out a Park Drive and laughing with the local vicar, she promises to read it post haste. By the end of chapter one, Gaynor realises that Paul’s written her life story. It’s all there, the teenage bank robber, the collapse of an Argentinian business empire and the return to glory after years of false starts. It’s a beautiful piece of work, each situation delicately handled, every event of her life, the love, the loss, the beer and fags, gently wrapped up and presented by his poignant words. As she reaches the last page, there’s tears in her eyes and a great sense of joy, the way one often feels at the end of a great movie. She finds Paul cleaning the bathroom, on his hands and knees, scrubbing the tide mark round the bath, occasionally cursing under his breath when he accidentally disturbs the vicar’s bath toys, the ducks, ships and bottles of ‘Matey’. ‘Paul...’ she says quietly, ‘your book...’ Paul turns and smiles, he can see in her eyes her approval and admiration. ‘I want 50, no 65% of all profit’ she says ‘and the same cut on the movie rights’.