DISCLAIMER: I do not own Ashes to Ashes or the characters featured within it. Unfortunately...
Hello everybody! I'd just like to apologise for my rather long absence. School work, A levels, uni and various other things have taken over my life recently, and I've finally got a little bit more time to write - hooray! I am so sorry for the lack of updates; I promise my other fics (particularly Modern Love) will be updated soon.
However, I have come up with this. I'm calling it Epistolary Archives; I was looking up narrative voices (I know, I'm a bit of a geek when it comes to things like this) and I stumbled upon 'Epistolary voice' - a story written through letters, diary entries notes etc. This got the ball rolling so I thought I'd give it a try! I hope you enjoy :)
Miss LP X
7TH SEPTEMBER, 1983.
Oi, Bolly Kecks.
I figured the kitchen table was a good place for you to find this, because you are no doubt still pissed as a fart.
Ta muchly for the shit house rubbish last night – went down a treat. Hope you didn't make too much of a mess in your bathroom. It was like watching something from The Exorcist. Not nice.
Also, ta for your shit sofa. The blanket did compensate. But not much.
See you at nine. Pronto.
The Guv.
Guv,
Thank you for your kind, considerate actions. I, too, thought of you whilst placing this in an obvious place. The desk works wonders, I find, mainly because you actually do very little work on it, therefore rendering this note very obvious on the lonely surface.
I'm glad you enjoyed the 'shit house rubbish'. I always find it makes slightly awkward social situations that little bit easier. (I might add that I evidently mean Keats. Not you. Never you. At all. Ever. Just for clarification...obviously. Ha.) Apologies for the projectile vomiting incident. I can't say that was my finest moment, but then again, I'm sure I can make up for that another time. And no, don't go getting any ideas.
I suppose you'll also be wanting compensation for my 'shit sofa' and the blanket that wasn't up to your standards. Next time, I'm sure the floor will be more than happy to accommodate your good self.
See you in Luigi's later...unless Keats happens to slime over and drag us into some shitty D&C case. Joy of joys.
Bolly. X
Alex,
I hope you don't mind me leaving this on your desk, but you appeared to leave early this evening before I got the chance to speak to you properly.
D&C have asked me just to do a little review on the department, and I was wondering whether you would be willing to help? Nothing serious, just a little check up on procedures etc.
Speak soon.
Jim.