Call Billy 07899 232007: A psychological contemporary drama: have you called Billy yet?
by Sam McCollPublish: May 01, 2018Women's FictionBook Overview
A compelling psychological contemporary drama.Edinburgh is meant to be a new start for the Gillespie family. Rachel has enrolled as a mature student at the university, while Andrew is spending more time with the kids. But Rachel’s ‘new start’ morphs into ‘new affair’ with fellow student Ryan. Or is it Stevie?
Either way, her lover is not what he seems. When his past surfaces in the guise of a name on Rachel’s library ticket, the affair turns nasty. And then her teenage daughter unwittingly discovers the deceit and the family begins its spin into free fall.
Have you called Billy yet? He will answer your call: he's in a panic, in a pub and he's been trying to get hold of his old mate, Stevie, to warn him ... Call now: 07899 232007
Winner of Arts Council Bursary for New Writers.
'Thank fuck someone still has the balls ...' Richard Bradburn editorial.ie.
Gritty, hard hitting, honest, and very funny ...
Excerpt: I gallop on, this time swerving sharply from words like honesty or openness, and start recounting some half-arsed story that The Sun fabricated in Friday’s paper. I explode into laughter. The freaky finger is back, but wagging this time, none of that accusatory pointing business, waggling and wagging. And so’s Megan – not wagging, no – laughing – she’s laughing. Blimey, that’s so great – I haven’t laughed since, since … and then I say sort of tagged onto the laughter, in a voice that I disown – totally and wholly disown, ‘and another funny thing – I mean you’re really, really going to find this funny: because, perhaps in just the same way that you choose dickheads who don’t last, I see fit to bury my head in the sand about my wife.’ She’s beginning to look anxious but now I’ve begun I can’t stop. ‘And you know how?’ An almost imperceptible movement of her head to the left suggests that perhaps I should leave it at that. No chance. ‘So get this – the real reason Rachel’s been on such cracking form is that she’s been having an affair – I mean, don’t you just love that?
’Oh fuck.
I had absolutely no intention of doing that. I glance at my watch. I try to say something, but my gums merely form a careless square around bared teeth. It’s as if I’ve undone the only nut on the only bolt that holds up the Eiffel Tower, but hey, there’s always a slight chance that it can stay up without it, at least until the wind blows or someone leans out or, or some idiot – yep, here it comes …
Excerpt: Better not wake Mum. She wasn’t in till five – I know, because I watched the eye of her cigarette winking and flaring and then jolting in the dark as she crashed into a chair in my room. When she’s totally off her trolley, it’s not just the furniture she thwacks. Sometimes she thumps into the remains of her motherly instincts and decides to check up on me. And I wish to fuck she wouldn’t.
