 Corrylin Yates Crompton
Hello, I'm Corrylin Yates Crompton. I might be knocking 40 but I'm still a goer. OK, I tried to quit the fags and booze, but it's hard you know. Like, when all me mates at the Queen Vic are doin' it. I just really wanna make a fresh start, since my Colin left me, but it's hard, you know? Like all me mates have got husbands. And I like em, men. They fascinate me. Keep me young. I can't help it, it's the way I was born. I think I'm a bit addicted to 'em. I had two of 'em hiding in me wardrobe the other day. Hiding from me cleaner. Well, I was a bit ashamed. Woman like me. Shouldn't 'ave. Am respectable really. Oh, and the sleeping pills. I can't help it, it's the way I was born. You try being me. It's hard, you know. I can't help it.
Anyway, I'll write more when I've won some money on the lottery. Oh, if I won even half a million, me life'd be so much better, you know? Colin would come back to me then. Oh, Colin, Colin.
"Wake up, Corrylin"
"Oh no, not you! Please, no...."
"It's for your own good, Corrylin. You'll feel much better when you've taken these."
Disclaimer from Shazzie
"Poor Corrylin. Please love her and let her know it's all alright really. There's no such thing as insanity, it's just that left-brainitis runs this world and many right brained people don't know how to live in it, and it drives them over the edge. We could have all turned out like her if we hadn't detoxed our worlds. Let's send her love and hope she finds the beginning of her tether very soon. Bless her. And bless us, because there's a little bit of Corrylin in all of us."
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