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| It Shouldn't Happen to a Fairy Godmother | |
| By AnnieSeed | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
| 16 May 2007 | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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This is a five minute job, off the top of my head. I don't normally do that, so let me know what you think. It's not like my usual stuff. When I started out in the business, oh, it must have been seven hundred years ago now, things were very different. Fairy godmothers don’t have it easy these days. For a start, there are all these EU regulations. You can’t do this, you can’t do that. I’m not allowed to turn pumpkins into coaches for my own personal use anymore, apparently, so I have to travel by bus, if you please. And the service leaves a lot to be desired. It doesn’t help that I’m not allowed to turn the bus driver into a toad for singing “Nobody Loves a Fairy When She’s Forty” whenever I get on the bus. He seems to find something irresistibly funny about a woman with greying hair and middle age spread, dressed in a pink tutu and carrying a wand. If you ask me, that man is crying out to be turned into something nasty, but oh, no! I’m not allowed. Compensation culture or something, they said. And the girls they expect you to look after as well! Sometimes I feel like giving it all up. You get no gratitude, no appreciation, no respect. Most of these girls look as if their clothes have shrunk in the wash, with their trousers heading south and the hem of their crop tops heading north, and nothing to cover up the podgy No Man’s Land in between. As if that wasn’t bad enough, they decorate all that flesh with tattoos and body piercings. But I thought I’d landed on my feet this time. My girl Cinders looked so respectable. She’s got a job in a solicitor’s office, dresses very nicely, hair neat and tidy, all tied up in a pony tail, glasses. Well no, she’s not much to look at, but that’s where I come in, isn’t it? But it turns out she’s a feminist. She says she’s a Modern, Independent Woman. Do you know what she said to me when I first came down the chimney in a shower of sparkles and said to her “You shall go to the ball!”? She said: “I haven’t got time to go to any ball! I’ve got exams to revise for.” Exams! How’s that going to get her a handsome prince, may I ask? Anyway, I tried, I really did. But she just got annoyed. She’s got this way of shoving her glasses back up her nose when she’s annoyed, and glaring at you through them. Makes her eyes look all magnified and scary. She told me she was a Modern, Independent Woman and she could manage very well on her own, thank you very much. I said, “But love! I can turn this microwave into a magnificent coach just with a wave of me magic wand! I can turn you into a gorgeous princess just with a wave of me –“ And that’s when she interrupted me. Interrupted ME - her fairy godmother! No manners, the younger generation. She told me she didn’t believe in princesses, kings and queens and all that – she was a republican. She wanted her microwave to stay a microwave, thank you very much, and she hoped I knew where I could stick my magic wand. Well I hope I know better than to stay where I’m not wanted. I was going to apply for a job as a Tooth Fairy but a friend of mine says there’s not much call for it these days, what with fluoride and all that.
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