Dravel Cast Directors Cut Special, Jelly Park.

Drabble Cast Directors Cut Specials are a regular feature here on the

drabalcast story from the archives uncut as part one and then as part

two we replay the episode with bonus author commentary on top of the story between myself and the author.

We talk about the story, the process, the production, we give you interesting insights here and there on how the story and production were made and polished up ready for your listening enjoyment.

We do hope you enjoy. So without further ado, Jelly Park by Alea Whiteley. I must have fallen asleep on the bus. It was the late night that did it, playing Portishead records with a bottle of Jack D and a packet of

blacks of brannies for company. By 12 o'clock I was singing, Nobody Loves Me and a Horse Growl. By two I was attempting to play solo twister

to prove that friends are just not necessary in life. By 330 I'd stolen the pot plant from outside Flat Six and chocked it out of my top floor

window. I've had enough of decorative frippery for one lifetime.

I don't remember going to bed, but that's because apparently I didn't.

I'm still not sure how I made it to the bus stop, but I must have because I definitely woke up on the top

deck of a double decker and the view from the window was definitely of a rundown depot.

My watch read 1030 a.m. and the voice on the answering service of my mobile said,

You are so bloody fired you bitch. That was my ex-boyfriend and now my ex-boss speaking.

From the smug tone, he meant it.

He'd been looking for a way to get rid of me, though,

and I wasn't really sorry I'd finally given it to him. So I was no longer a legal

secretary. What was I then? You're in the Hong place lovely.

It took me a second or two to spot the speaker.

He was half hidden behind the rail leading to the spiral staircase.

Only his head and hands were visible.

He was Welsh and grisled and wearing a blue

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