by Roger Noons
a tot of rum
Seven minutes after leaving the car park, we had completed our review of the food and wine at Something Fishy; exhausted the comments about our fellow diners. I switched on the radio.
‘… ocean blue
and our saucy ship’s a beauty.
We’re sober men and true
and attentive to our duty.’
After turning down the volume, I said. ‘This takes me back, Greg.’
‘It was during that week’s performance of Pinafore that I discovered you.’ When there was no response, I continued. ‘We were so engrossed in each other, taking every opportunity back stage. I missed my cue twice on the Friday night, Prompt had to call me. Maurice was furious.’
‘Always took his productions seriously.’
‘Those bloody costumes, it was a devil’s own job to get my hand inside your trousers.’
‘I wasn’t in HMS Pinafore, Simon.’
Another piece from Roger, one of our regulars.