Chorus

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.’

    ‘Mmm.’

    ‘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.