This afternoon, Umpty Library was to be visited by A Celebrity That Nobody's Ever Heard Of. For no apparent reason other than the council's Press Officer was offered him cheap by somebody he knew. To say that the run-up to the calamity has made us pine for the seamless efficiency of the planning regime of T.Aldous and Mary is to understate considerably. Not least because the council's Press Officer is a bit of a prima donna.
There have been a flurry of bumptious "Thou shalt" emails from said chappie for the past four weeks. Between them, Doreen, Bronwyn and Posy have exhausted their vocabulary of Anglo-Saxon colloquialisms. And today's the day.
Posters all over town.
Queue of damp tweenies waiting for signed photographs.
No show.
"He's on his way," became, an hour later: "he's not coming." He's unwell out of a bottle, but we can't tell the tweenies that.
"Ah well, if he's not coming I'll leave you to it," says PR Professional.
Which is when Doreen discovered a word she didn't think she knew.
6 comments:
Did the damp tweenies riot? Did Doreen return unscathed? It's rather an exciting cliff-hanger...
If this were a movie Posy would adopt a fake moustache and a deep voice and save the day with a brilliant impersonation of ACTNEHO
"He's unwell out of a bottle"
So he met Frog first??
Wendy: the tweenies were eventually mollified, or at least persuaded into calming down to muttering bulk status.
nursemyra: I think she'd have been up for it but she'd rather taller than him and a bit bigger up front.
Macy: to be fair to Frog, he's only ever drunk twice a year: Christmas Day and the Donkey Sanctuary's annual wine-tasting.
oooh, one wonders who it could be? Is it someone that mothers would adore? Or is his appeal strictly limited to tweenies?
Madame deF: I think his appeal is to his agent.
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