When we first met, you couldn’t even knot your tie straight. You’d never tried an oyster. Personally not much of a loss. Been to the theatre. Read Woolf or Wilde. I did that. It’s what you do for someone when you believe in them.
After I gave you that lamp, we ate at that terrible Chinese. It’s an angle-poise because you press your face too close to the page when you read and there’s never enough light. You won’t wear glasses because you say your nose is too small and with glasses you’d look like a mole which you don’t… wouldn’t. They’d suit you. You’d look just as fairly beautiful as you are. It’s yellow because you said no one wants a yellow lamp. So I thought if I got it for you in yellow then no one would steal it from your desk. I do give these things quite a lot of consideration, you see. The devil is in the detail.
Randall may look like a completely buttoned up member of the establishment, but we know he really is such a troublemaker. I wouldn’t quite go as far as saying he wants to burn it all down – although that IS his lighter he’s spinning round and round as he listens to Bel and Lix.
Also, Malcolm totally wasn’t kidding when he said this
except he left out the part when he did it in both the past AND the future (you know ~timey-wimey~) and in terms of how old that would actually make Ollie at the time of Spinners and Losers I have only this to say:
which I feel very strongly explains everything…and NOTHING!
(Seriously though – and not to go too far off on an Ollie tangent on a Randall Monday – but I’ve always wanted to read a story about what would happen if everyone found out Ollie was actually ten years older then they thought he was.)