The Why Not, Hemlington
Merde alors, what a place. Thursday evening is here once again and the usual 'electric' atmosphere hangs over the place. Very sinister. A man called Maurice Mackenzie has asked me to join the freemasons. He says he shook hands with the Queen at Middlesbrough Railway station when she was only a girl. Taffy says Maurice is a 'Walter Mitty'. You name it and he's done it. Tommy Harker says Maurice isn't really a Scot and that he's really one Maurice Pepper, who changed his name by deed poll, and went out and bought the full Scottish national gear for £20. Last year he was arrested for 'flashing' at schoolgirls. Tommy, clearly, is vindictive. Ally, fed up with Maurice, went upstairs after 10, after a few pineapple drinks. Tommy had been reading her palm and told her that she would only ever have one child, a daughter. Silly old fool. The staff are so miserable, and the atmosphere far from jovial. Roll on November 7.
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