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50 Ways to Find a Lover

 

50 Ways to Find a Lover

 

Lucy-Anne Holmes is an actress living in London.
50 Ways to Find a Lover
had its genesis in Lucy’s blog www.spinstersquest.com, cataloguing her real-life love woes.

 
Lucy-Anne Holmes

 
50 Ways to
Find a Lover

PAN BOOKS

 

First published 2009 by Pan Books

This electronic edition published 2009 by Pan Books
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For Mum and Dad

Thank you for everything

(please don’t read the rude bits)

 
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I’m single. A spinster. Alone. Unloved. Unwanted. Rejected. Solo. Mono.

I feel like an old Fiesta, locked up in a garage, rusting. The advert in
Auto Trader
isn’t getting any interest. There is a disarming number of newer models who have had just the one careful owner. Sadly I’ve had a few very clumsy and mentally unstable owners. I’m twenty-nine, or more to the point nearly thirty.

I am also an out-of-work actress with a hangover. I am pointless, embarrassing and I smell. I am like a yeast infection.

I think someone is trying to kick their way out of my skull and molluscs might have fallen asleep in my eyes. Why couldn’t I have woken up still drunk? Waking up still drunk is much more fun than waking up with a hangover. Then you can do the pint-fry-up-back-to-bed routine, which rarely lets you down. My extensive research of hangovers has led me to the conclusion that only two things can save you:

1)

a small glass of port

2)

sex

Both remedies are out of the question today. I drank all the port in the flat last night and I haven’t had sex for 325 days.

All I can do is lie here as still as possible, with my eyes glued together for the whole day. Please, God, don’t let Simon discover me. Simon is the anti-hangover. He is also my flatmate. He has got more energy than a hyperactive toddler on speed. He is currently training for the London Marathon so is always on a natural post-run high. I live in fear that he might explode with endorphins at any moment. It would be messy if he did, as we live in the smallest two-bedroom flat ever converted in Camden Town, London.

I shall just try to open my right eye and see what the time is: 10.14 a.m. Perhaps it is not so bad being an out-of-work actress today. My mobile phone is vibrating in my hand. It appears as though I passed out last night, fully clothed, in my single bed, holding my mobile phone. I disgust myself. Frequently.

Please, God, let it be my agent. Last week I had two auditions for the role of a feisty shepherdess in the Royal Shakespeare Company’s production of
As You Like It
. I made the brave decision to read for the part of the shepherdess with a Welsh accent. I reasoned that there are a lot of sheep in Wales. I read for the part with a Welsh accent, which sadly went to Jamaica, then Lithuania, before settling for the most part in Kent. The director looked incredulous for a long time when I had finished and then insisted that the play was set in Somerset. I thought I had committed audition suicide, but they recalled me, which means that I am in with a very good chance.

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