Raffles

My life has been marked by raffles.

The bittersweet hope of booze, dashed by talcum powder or chocolate brazils.

The insufferable overdriven calling to the raffle faithful at almost every function, shindig or fundraiser by a man too close to the mike.

The impermanent nature of the tickets, the mystery of their colour, the audacity of the 20 bookers proudly laying out in their splendour.

The addict- like acceptance of boredom in the hope of a high.

I have called raffles. I felt dirty and impatient, wanting the experience over whilst hoping to please.



My life has been marked by raffles.


JMx