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Ms Annabelle Rowan
Outward appearance
Woman about 40, wearing black trousers which show a well preserved figure. Cloth coat with extravagant fake fur trim. With stately calm, reads Jeff Noon's Vurt.Inside information
Receptionist at the Royal Pharmaceutical Society and ex-devotee of the Bhagwan Sri Rajeesh. Sits all day surrounded by a collection of 19th century pharmaceutical jars. They are nearly as tall as she is, translucent with ornate labels and filled with green, blue or red fluids.What she is doing or thinking
Calmly waiting for the moment when she has to tell the Publicity Chair that his film maker will not be showing up. She printed a map with instructions, but he insisted on giving directions over the phone. No one in England can give directions. That is because there are no reliably placed street signs. We direct people to the local Tesco then on past the off-license and wonder why foreigners stop us in the street for help.It was one of many things Annabelle learned in Oregon. The Bhagwan told her: life is a joke. Always land on the wrong airfield, buy as many cars as you can. Imelda Marcos's shoes are a great joke. One must be calm and laugh. For a woman as highly sexed as Annabelle, it was paradise for there were handsome men, beautiful women, and they all made love rather as cats must, in complete security.
The bottles surround her, historic, preserved, huge, and highly coloured as if her own past were bottled in them.
I wonder what this film maker would have been like?
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