Annabel Lake here. Finally.
Speaking of being famous, I’m Vicky’s senior by a full three months. This puts Vicky at the bottom of the totem pole. It also means she’s responsible for making the tea at the office which she always complains about. I offered to help once but the stairs to the kitchenette in the basement are far too dangerous in high heels.
And yet, Vicky always seems to get the front-page scoop and she’s not even sleeping with anyone. She also seems to ingratiate herself with Gipping townsfolk. She’ll spend her days off hanging out at the snail racing track (though thankfully, the season has almost ended) or tramping through muddy fields trying to be friends with the hedge jumpers and the hedge cutters. None of this is going to help her get out of Gipping-on-Plym and hit the big time.
She should take a leaf out of my book. I’m off to The Nobody Inn at Doddiscombeleigh for a quick drink with Gillian Briggs’s second cousin-once removed-sister’s boyfriend. He works as an extra at the BBC. If you are going to network, you’ve got to network with the right people.
Sometimes I just love being me!