Pop-Up Submissions, 25th November Show

[AgentPete]

On today's Pop-Ups there's literary fiction from Michael, a (hairy!) memoir from Terry, urban fantasy from Mark, a political thriller from Jake, fiction from Mandy and a YA fantasy thriller from Alan.

 

[Katie-Ellen]

It's the man, not the hair. Too easy to say, I'm sure.

The baldness of Yul, and goodness, what a handsome man he was:

Who Needs Hair? On Yul Brynner and the Masculinity of Baldness

My step pa was 6'4 with glossy black hair. 76, it's mostly gone, poor thing, and he's lame. He minded about the hair, fought for it with caffeine shampoos etc. But he remains imposing, and women, sometimes slightly to our amusement, still gravitate towards him; ladies who are lesbian also like him and he gets plenty of attention at poetry meets - and hugs.

 

[Barbara]

It's the man, not the hair. Too easy to say, I'm sure.

The baldness of Yul, and goodness, what a handsome man he was:

Who Needs Hair? On Yul Brynner and the Masculinity of Baldness

My step pa was 6'4 with glossy black hair. 76, it's mostly gone, poor thing, and he's lame. He minded about the hair, fought for it with caffeine shampoos etc. But he remains imposing, and women, sometimes slightly to our amusement, still gravitate towards him; ladies who are lesbian also like him and he gets plenty of attention at poetry meets - and hugs.

Sounds like a charismatic person.

My grandad looked like Yul Brynner (maybe a few sizes bigger in his later years). He too fought his folicular fate, and for a while he had a bad combover. He used to say he pays the hairdresser to look for hair, not to cut hair.

 

[Emily]

I watched this last night, and just before The Pinnochio Plague (which I narrated) came on, I had a sudden burst of terror that I may have sent @AgentPete the wrong recording I had read this piece and fortunately listened back to it as it wasn't a fluid piece to read and was afraid I had messed it up (I had, in a most inappropriate way)

I had read this sentence: "placed her lips in one of the spaces in between the clutter of suction pads that adorned his sunken chest, and kissed it as it rose and fell in time to the ventilator"

as:

"placed her lips in one of the spaces in between the clutter of suction pads that adorned his sunken chest, and kissed it as it rose and fell in time to the vibrator"

After laughing for about ten minutes, I recorded the second (which was the one I thankfully sent in). It would have preceded @Katie-Ellen Hazeldine 's Pinnochio joke in theme quite nicely though.