{"id":1475,"date":"2008-11-21T09:48:11","date_gmt":"2008-11-21T09:48:11","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=1475"},"modified":"2008-11-21T09:48:11","modified_gmt":"2008-11-21T09:48:11","slug":"laura-stimson-is-remembering-a-long-hot-summer","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/laura-stimson-is-remembering-a-long-hot-summer\/","title":{"rendered":"Laura Stimson is remembering a long hot summer"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><font size=\"2\"><span style=\"font-weight: bold; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">200 Degrees<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Hot hot hot. Too hot. So hot that our shirts sucked sweaty to our backs and our feet slip-slid in our shoes. The ceiling fan folded the air like cake mixture. The fax machine had a binary breakdown, 011100001110101000111. Lucy Miller pretended to clean the fridge, rearranged the shelves like Tetris. We all commented that Dan Pearson smelled like crushed cabbage. The office manager flipped about in sodden sandals, then tossed them under her desk and pitter-patted wet footprints across the kitchen floor. And one by one the permanents left, in a haze of languid grumbles and ice-cube fantasies. The temps that remained contemplated creating office chaos. Shaving crop circles into the carpet. Messing with the franking machine, replacing the company logo with an obscenity. Putting cheese behind Hated Harriet\u2019s radiator. Jack Doherty told us he dreamed of hiding all the staples but not the staplers. But no. Too hot for mischief. The heat stung and no desktop fan could sooth. Ellie Marr logged off. Sam Callar pressed a pack of frozen peas to her forehead. We wondered where she had got them from. Paul Hammersmith loosened his tie and said &#8220;it\u2019s got to be at least two hundred degrees&#8221;.<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">* Laura Stimson was born in Colchester and studied creative writing at Norwich School of Art &amp; Design. She has written for <\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">Arts Professional Magazine<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"> and has been published in <\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">ABC Tales Magazine<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">. Laura is a musician, performing with lounge-core band The Ferries and curates cabaret events in Norwich under the guise of <\/span><span style=\"font-style: italic; font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">scissors paper stone<\/span><span style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\">. She currently works for New Writing Partnership and studies postgraduate prose fiction at UEA. She is magnetically drawn to Norwich, where she still lives rather happily.<\/span><br style=\"font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;\"><\/font><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>200 DegreesHot hot hot. Too hot. So hot that our shirts sucked sweaty to our backs and our feet slip-slid in our shoes. The ceiling fan folded the air like cake mixture. The fax machine had a binary breakdown, 011100001110101000111. Lucy Miller pretended to clean the fridge, rearranged the shelves like Tetris. We all commented [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1475","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1475","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1475"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1475\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1475"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1475"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1475"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}