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Her Haunch

Joe Ambrose waits and waits at the Clarence Hotel Bar

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by Joe Ambrose, Literary Editor for outsideleft.com
originally published: December, 2006
Joe Ambrose, alone at the Clarence Hotel Bar

Her Haunch

by Joe Ambrose



I was stranded in the bar of the Clarence Hotel in Dublin waiting for a friend who never showed up. I was there alone for an hour on the early evening of December 8th. The bar, usually serence and gently sociable, was occupied by an office Christmas party so I, having never worked for a day in my life, felt out of place.

I saw a very fat woman in a tight dress sitting on a stool in front of me and I noted the elastic on her nickers cutting into her ample flesh so I wrote down the following:

Her haunch,

Her nickers cutting into the fat.

If I was painter,

If I was Rembrandt,

I'd paint that!

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Joe Ambrose
Literary Editor

Joe Ambrose has written 14 books, including Chelsea Hotel Manhattan and The Fenian Reader. Joe is currently working on his next book, Look at Us Now - The Life and Death of Muammar Ghadaffi, which is an expanded version of a story first published in the anthology CUT UP! Visit Joe's website for all the latest info: JoeAmbrose.co.uk.

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