Part two “Side by side or miles apart, good friends are always close at heart“.
Gulliver stood behind the mahogany podium and cleared his throat awkwardly. He surveyed the crowd with a slight nervous apprehension. He had constructed a haphazard speech in the early hours of the morning,whilst nursing a glass of brandy..He seemed to be suffering some sort of intense writers block that night, and felt it was necessary to calm his nerves..”Well ladies and gents great to see so many faces here today! such a lovely turn out! “. Gulliver gazed down at all of the familiar faces and spotted Gilligan a mile away. The weather beaten face, the furrow in his brow, the unruly mop of now grey hair. To his utmost horror he realized Gilligan had succumbed to a drunken stupor and was knocking back champagne flutes with apparent ease. “Ahhh Gully great to see you here, back at the throne and wearing all your finery !Nice of you to grace us mere peasants with your presence. Didn’t think I would ever see you again”. Following that drunken exclamation, there was a sharp and unpleasant silence. The humiliation filtered up through Gulliver’s body, his face turning bright puce. “Well Gilligan as they say side by side or miles apart, good friends are always close at heart !Anyway shall we return again ladies and gents to why we are gathered here today, and all that the class of 2000 has achieved”…
Gilligan had always felt a little bit different from other people.. removed and isolated .. He felt like he was a lone ranger, observing the world through the lens of a large telescope, watching the little humans scuttle like ants. He was separate to them.. He was wired differently. Yet he had grown to accept this..In fact he almost now regarded this isolation with proud indifference and went about his business under the misapprehension that no man was an island except him. That’s when he met Laura. The only other human in the universe who really understood him, and accepted his weird and wacky ways.. Or at least he thought so anyway! Throughout the years she had been supportive of his strange schemes, theories and inventions. Had cooked him his meals, tucked him up when he was ill, listened to his rants about how unfair society was ,or how even the closest friends he had would stab him in the back eventually. “YOU CAN TRUST NO ONE IN THIS WORLD LAR, NOT ONE!!” Gilligan set high standards for his friendships. Those who didn’t make the cut, well they formed the subject matter of his numerous tyrannical rants. “LAR THAT JEFFREY SAUNDERS WAS A DIRTY BACK STABBING RUFFIAN, I KNEW I COULDN’T TRUST HIM WITH THE PROTOTYPE!I HOPE HE ROTS IN HELL THE BASTARD”. Lar’s face grew weary and anxious, her smile eroding away under the harsh glare of Gilligan’s words. Lar’s hair started to fall out in clumps.. Gilligan noticed wisps of blonde hair on the pillows. He also felt her toss and turn in the bed beside him, the blanket wrapping itself tightly around her worried body, trapping her like a frightened caterpillar in a doom filled cocoon. One day Laura snapped.
“GILLIGAN I CAN’T TAKE THIS ANYMORE! NOTHING IS WORKING! YOUR MIRACLE HAIR GROWTH INDUCER GAVE MS BROWN A FUCKING BEARD ! YOUR MIRACLE FISH GROWTH SOLUTION GAVE MR PECKS GOLDFISH A FLIPPING TUMOR AND DO NOT GET ME STARTED ON THAT FUCKING CAR AIR FRESHENER THAT SMELT LIKE A CANDIED VEGAAAS WHORE! YOU ARE SO NEGATIVE! MY FRIENDS NEVER COME TO SEE ME ANYMORE!! AND IT’S BECAUSE OF YOU AND ALL THIS BULLSHIT HASSLE!”. Laura inhaled and exhaled rapidly as if she was running a race and her life depended on it .
Gilligan, for once in his thirty five years on the planet was at a loss for words.. “I’m sorry Lar.. I love you so much, you are the light of my life darling“. Laura’s face remained set in a look of stony resignation “Gilligan, It’s over, I will be staying with mother and Gregory. I can’t deal with this anymore. You said you would get help. You said you would change. You never did and you never will.” Gilligan stared at her dumb founded. He felt a sharp pang somewhere deep in the hollow of his chest. He found it rather hard to breath, as if his lungs had constricted and then deflated like popped balloons. His mouth was desert dry, his lips quivering. He heard the rush of blood in his ears, felt his pulse vibrating in his throat. He had nothing.. absolutely nothing.. He managed eventually, miraculously even, to formulate some form of coherent response. “Oh.. ok .. I take it you have packed your things then? and your mind is made up then? No room for manoeuvre ? Shouldn’t we perhaps formulate some sort of plan here ?” Laura stared sadly at him, ” We both deserve to be happy Gil, no regrets yeah ? Maybe in time we can be friends “. Gilligan doubted that very much somehow. He doubted that very much indeed..