The Boy From Bath by The Eaghams This short story is an observational piece, depicting the middle class from England, exploring the Londoner's identity in relation to middle England. The characterisation will remind you of people we have all come across. Read this one to explore urban forms of masculinity and femininity.
Source: http://www.lonelyplanet.com/maps/europe/england/bath/ I was on the train eavesdropping on a boy and his girlfriend on my way back to Victoria. They came on from Bath. He talked to the girl in a way that mimicked a girl in it's niceness, perhaps it was chivalrous courtesy. I would imagine his father would address the opposite sex in the same way, the same predilection for detailed opinions on cultural items of interest, a nerd of the over cautious gentleman, it was purely BBC Radio Three, and he wore on his sleeve his appreciation of the arts, it was articulated in such splendid detail that it bothered my urban and brazen ways as being unmanly although it was frank in it's almost tender honesty. It was sensitive and elaborate, the predominance of intellect it was not, as he was collecting experiences and attending various dos. It was as if he used language to script his life with such imagination that it clarified his experiences into gratitude, not greed, he was almost a writer. His girlfriend listened in a staunch and nice way, they were one of a kind.
He had not any hint of cool in his expression though he was self-aware, to take the South London expression, he was always on a 'long ting'. He got about but how he understood everything was long and nuanced. He was basically a nerd, and when at work he spoke in a soft nice tone on the phone, giggling delicately, his broad shoulders hunched over the phone. I wondered if the two in their imaginative and intellectual life world together thought of other people from other walks of life. If she cared what I thought of the boy's words, perhaps she preferred someone cooler, more understated? Did she know other people from London like that? I wouldn't want to vex her boyfriend, and she was quite insular, angrily introverted. Perhaps he would address me as 'man', being an Asian Londoner, known apparently for our blend of social identities, nothing short of cool, compared to the country bumpkins of middle england, where there's no sight of me for miles around. © Zubyre Parvez 2016 All Rights Reserved If you enjoyed this post, please share with colleagues, friends and family. WRITER BIO: Zubyre Parvez (BA hons) studied English Literature at Hertfordshire University. He writes song lyrics, poetry, short stories, reviews, and articles for The Taoist Crucible. His poetry won runners up in a competition judged by Simon Armitage and Margaret Atwood. His poetry has been published in Kobita. His articles have appeared in The Epoch Times as a journalist for the newspaper. He has worked for New Tang Dynasty Television as a journalist. You can catch up with his tweets @TheEagham