Perhaps we should imagine a romantic interlude in a fashion-forward house of the 80s. After a dinner of Peanut Gumbo, Hawaiian Steak Surprise, Beefettes, and a lovely mushroom, parsley, breakfast cereal mound…
the frisky couple can retire to the living room to lounge on their trampolines
and watch a seagull on their stylish, elegant TV
using their remote control
Man: Yeah, it has buttons for four channels.
Woman: But there are only two channels on TV.
Man: Sure. Now there are two channels, but they reckon by the year 2012 we’ll have maybe even five.
Now it’s getting late and it might be time to roll off the foam tramp cushion onto the fecal autumn carpet and spin some Richard Clayderman.
Once those twinkling fingers have worked their magic, it would be time to retire to the timeless dignity of the tastefully furnished bedroom.
In the morning perhaps our young lovers could agree to meet again. He pulls out his databook and she pulls out hers. They laugh, “Snap!” she says.
“What do you love about yours?”
“The maroon rexine binding. You?”
“That it’s just a notebook but it has a name that makes it sound like a computer.”
She slips on her shoes.
“Shall we do a workout or watch The Good Life on telly?”
He smiles knowingly at her.
“Have I got the perfect treat for you,” he says.