{"id":4814,"date":"2013-06-30T09:00:04","date_gmt":"2013-06-30T09:00:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=4814"},"modified":"2013-06-25T09:36:53","modified_gmt":"2013-06-25T09:36:53","slug":"lindsay-waller-wilkinson","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/lindsay-waller-wilkinson\/","title":{"rendered":"Lindsay Waller-Wilkinson"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Brown Velvet Suit<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Ever hopeful, I bought a new frock \u2013 navy-blue, elegant, chic, and sensed a frisson of excitement as we dressed, but the vision before me was a shock\u2026 I never imagined a brown velvet suit. He looked like a sleazy actor from a low budget 1970\u2019s porn film. (Seems his girlfriend had questionable taste.) What\u2019s more, I\u2019d booked the weekend away in the vain hope of re-kindling our love. Even the boutique country hotel proved ineffectual \u2013 it was too late in the day. But I didn\u2019t care \u2013 It was a comfort that in my mind he\u2019d always look a prat.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Lindsay Waller-Wilkinson<\/strong> has been a\u00a0 fashion designer for years, more recently a writer, her poems and stories have appreared in <em>Hearing voices, Here Comes Everyone<\/em> and a <em>Pewter Rose Anthology<\/em>. She lives with three (male) children, two (male) dogs and one (male) man and her ambition is to one day own a (lady) parrot. She blogs at<a href=\"http:\/\/lindsaywallerwilkinson.com\/\" target=\"_blank\"> www.lindsaywallerwilkinson.com <\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Brown Velvet Suit Ever hopeful, I bought a new frock \u2013 navy-blue, elegant, chic, and sensed a frisson of excitement as we dressed, but the vision before me was a shock\u2026 I never imagined a brown velvet suit. He looked like a sleazy actor from a low budget 1970\u2019s porn film. (Seems [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"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-4814","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4814","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\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4814"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4814\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":4816,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4814\/revisions\/4816"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4814"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4814"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4814"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}