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Margaret And David Finally Address Romance Rumours: “She Did Invade My Room At Cannes One Year…”

"It was a very unsavoury experience."

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So Margaret Pomeranz and David Stratton are calling it quits, and At The Movies shall be no more.

In the afternoon, as the shockwaves of the announcement died down, the pair appeared with Lindsay McDougall on triple j to discuss the decision. “I don’t say retire,” said Margaret. “I think that’s got a nasty connotation. ‘Having space to do other things,’ I think.”

During the interview, McDougall brought up the horrifically descriptive erotic fan fiction written years ago by Sydney’s Eddie Sharp, first printed in a 2008 edition of Ampersand Magazine and recently republished on Buzzfeed. (“Margaret shifted uncomfortably in her seat,” begins one paragraph. “Menopause had done something strange and unexpected to her body. Everything turned her on. Every tiny breeze would magnify and deepen in intensity till she was close to exploding. It was like the opening scene in Blue Velvet when they go below the lawn and white picket fence to show you the bugs underneath. Margaret loved that movie. That was how David made her feel. Like bugs and dirt. Fetid, yeasty and secret.“)

On triple j yesterday, both claimed to have never heard of the piece — despite it being brought to their attention in an interview with The Thousands three years back. (“I’m dying to see it!” Pomeranz said at the time. “I hope I’m wearing long high-heel boots wielding a whip!”) But after batting off the question, they finally addressed the rumours that had plagued their partnership for decades.

“She did invade my room in Cannes one year,” David begins. “Four o’clock in the morning, I’m sound asleep, and there’s this BANG BANG BANG on the door. The excuse is that she’s lost her key to her room.”

“Four o’clock in the morning, I mean come on. You know, I was a little bit out of it.”

“Drunk as a skunk,” David deadpans. “It was a very unsavoury experience.”