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booshslashhavenTITLE: Huckleberry Finn.
AUTHOR: Astrid.
PAIRING: None.
RATING: PG.
WARNINGS: Babies?
SUMMARY: "Barratt lies down in the shade, talking on the phone. Fielding takes a photo of him on his own mobile: 'Huckleberry Finn'."
DISCLAIMER: This is fanfic.
NOTES: Written for the 'five senses' challenge.
Based around the Guardian interview from Saturday 21 October (which can be read here), and the idea that surely it can't be all bad having babies, can it?
Huckleberry Finn.
Could anything be better than the faint, dusty smell that is London mingled with fresh coffee and distant, bitter cigarette smoke? At least not when the time between inhaling is spent talking to and about one's best friend to someone who seems to actually be interested and enjoys trying to understand them. Interviews can be such a drag sometimes, answering the same, "So, what's all this surreal humour all about?" and, "How did you come up with the name 'Boosh'?" and, "How important are clothes and your hair to you, Noel?"
So when she suggests they answer questions one-by-one, he's not reluctant to leave; he knows this'll be a good interview, there's no need to worry at all.
When Noel feels that Julian has finished talking, he wanders back and they swap places, Noel at the table and Julian lying down in the shade to talk on the phone. How relaxed he looks, nothing like the moody or fiddly self he sometimes (or - come to think of it - often) turns into before and during interviews. He lies there with his other arm under his head, flopped down like a ragdoll and, like a physical craving worse than sugar or tobacco, Noel needs to have a reminder of this moment.
A couple of pressed buttons later and Julian is captured on Noel's phone, as simple as anything. What a wonder modern technology is.
"Huckleberry Finn," he tells the interviewer, slipping the phone back into this pocket and turning to face her, ready to answer her questions.
*
The paper bends between his fingers, sticking to his skin as he wanders along the street, creases radiating out from his grip like cracks in glass. It doesn't matter that it's Saturday morning and that he could have just phoned or waited till Monday. It has to be shown off now.
Julian answers the intercom, backed by happy gurgling, and Noel is let in.
So they sit down, Noel and Julia in each their chair and Julian on the sofa, the paper spread out on the table, open to the pages that made Noel smile so broadly earlier that morning. Julian and Julia lean close to read and Noel picks Arthur up from the floor where he and Walter have been kicking the air with their little legs. He tickles his tummy, bouncing him slightly on his lap, the huge eyes staring at him as if trying to look right into his soul.
Julia turns the page and Noel knows which bit comes now and he fishes out his phone, finding his way back to that photo. He looks up and sees Julia watching him, as if wondering why he's texting someone now that he's sat here with friends and a baby on his lap. Surely that can wait.
He slips her the phone.
"It's from that day."
She takes it and a smile spreads across her face. She touches Julian's knee.
"Look."
Julian looks, then turns to Noel and grins.
AUTHOR: Astrid.
PAIRING: None.
RATING: PG.
WARNINGS: Babies?
SUMMARY: "Barratt lies down in the shade, talking on the phone. Fielding takes a photo of him on his own mobile: 'Huckleberry Finn'."
DISCLAIMER: This is fanfic.
NOTES: Written for the 'five senses' challenge.
Based around the Guardian interview from Saturday 21 October (which can be read here), and the idea that surely it can't be all bad having babies, can it?
Huckleberry Finn.
Could anything be better than the faint, dusty smell that is London mingled with fresh coffee and distant, bitter cigarette smoke? At least not when the time between inhaling is spent talking to and about one's best friend to someone who seems to actually be interested and enjoys trying to understand them. Interviews can be such a drag sometimes, answering the same, "So, what's all this surreal humour all about?" and, "How did you come up with the name 'Boosh'?" and, "How important are clothes and your hair to you, Noel?"
So when she suggests they answer questions one-by-one, he's not reluctant to leave; he knows this'll be a good interview, there's no need to worry at all.
When Noel feels that Julian has finished talking, he wanders back and they swap places, Noel at the table and Julian lying down in the shade to talk on the phone. How relaxed he looks, nothing like the moody or fiddly self he sometimes (or - come to think of it - often) turns into before and during interviews. He lies there with his other arm under his head, flopped down like a ragdoll and, like a physical craving worse than sugar or tobacco, Noel needs to have a reminder of this moment.
A couple of pressed buttons later and Julian is captured on Noel's phone, as simple as anything. What a wonder modern technology is.
"Huckleberry Finn," he tells the interviewer, slipping the phone back into this pocket and turning to face her, ready to answer her questions.
*
The paper bends between his fingers, sticking to his skin as he wanders along the street, creases radiating out from his grip like cracks in glass. It doesn't matter that it's Saturday morning and that he could have just phoned or waited till Monday. It has to be shown off now.
Julian answers the intercom, backed by happy gurgling, and Noel is let in.
So they sit down, Noel and Julia in each their chair and Julian on the sofa, the paper spread out on the table, open to the pages that made Noel smile so broadly earlier that morning. Julian and Julia lean close to read and Noel picks Arthur up from the floor where he and Walter have been kicking the air with their little legs. He tickles his tummy, bouncing him slightly on his lap, the huge eyes staring at him as if trying to look right into his soul.
Julia turns the page and Noel knows which bit comes now and he fishes out his phone, finding his way back to that photo. He looks up and sees Julia watching him, as if wondering why he's texting someone now that he's sat here with friends and a baby on his lap. Surely that can wait.
He slips her the phone.
"It's from that day."
She takes it and a smile spreads across her face. She touches Julian's knee.
"Look."
Julian looks, then turns to Noel and grins.
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Date: 2007-11-08 05:56 pm (UTC)A very gentle and reflective piece of writing.
And so perfectly plausible........
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Date: 2007-11-11 12:34 pm (UTC)I love the way that you expanded on the interview, and it seems so possible that this is what happened after
lovely lovely lovely
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Date: 2007-11-11 07:03 pm (UTC)I think we should have more short fics on the Haven. They can be so evocative and powerful.
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