Posh Grey tries hard not to be posh.
In the gallery of their Britvik home her seriously posh parents might describe a family portrait as:
“A moffler swirk of grey chooma. Quettex trod nerreh!”
Whereas Posh would merely say:
“An adorable painting rilleh!”
That’s right isn’t it, Posh?
“Oh – rar-therr!”
Posh is great fun. There’s a potty edge to her humour that other Greys find attractive. And she thrives on the frivolity that makes Bristles such a popular place to work. You should see ‘My Learned Posh’ hamming it up in the Greys’ mock courtroom! Equally unmissable, her demonstration of how to ride out a catastrophic earthquake – under an office desk. Ever the showman – or showperson as those pc people on the top floor would have it.
On a more serious note, Posh is an excellent box shifter. She gets through an enormous amount of document stamping and desktop paper manoeuvres, advanced skills that will surely bring her promotion as a Senior Grey at some point. Isn’t that so, Posh?
“Earce. Omshore fit.”
But it’s not likely to happen in the Bristles branch of basement box shifters. The present Senior Grey (The Senior) is part of the office furniture – not going anywhere in a hurry, like so many Eurocratic Greys. Shame eh, Posh?
“Earce – fecter flafe, ter coiner phrezz.”
Posh Grey – what would life be without you?
(Try making up your own answer)
Next time, in the penultimate issue: Newday Grey and Newdawn Grey – and a shockingly shaped cucumber.
The Yellow Box – written and directed by Paul Costello
Copyright © Paul Costello August 2017