A phone conversation with Bill
One of many daily conversations with a good friend who’s writing his father’s biography. (He’s finished chapter fifteen)
Bill called the landline, left two expansive messages,
plus an additional reminder on my cell;
my father’s life, just finished chapter fifteen.
next up the sixties; need your sharpest googling skills
to confirm the year the young Hornby Twigged.
was it 1965 or 66?
dimly recalled an image of her and Bobby Moore.
was leaning – correctly – towards the latter.
The Shrimp is next – fashionista and “super model”.
did Bailey truly spot her munching Kellogs Flakes?
absolutely connected a url
illuminated; she had advertised that cereal!
Mused, bedded, much Stamped, she flowered into Vogue.
Finally there’s Barbara Goalen; “Miss Exclusive”
how was her surname spelt, and when did she retire?
and while I was researching, had I received the Guy La Roche?
what a bargain for £24.99! He’d posted it last night.
After setting him straight – B, that’s it for today,
but please watch out for an immaculate Longines?
(he’s sold me a few dated from World War II) –
I wondered which names he’d resurrect the next day,
bits and bytes to feed my algorithmic mining
and factually seed his revenant story.