Tuesday, 13 October 2009

Chat

The scene:
Friday morning, London bus to Camden.

Characters:
Pinolona's brother (bearded, sensitive type, good bone structure, encyclopaedic knowledge of contemporary music) and Pinolona's dad (Conservative councillor, pensioner, very little hair, propensity to sing Lehar).

A pretty girl squeezes onto the bus, struggling to control an enormous circus whip.

Being well-schooled in the Art of Good Chat, Dad offers to help, strikes up a conversation and within about ten minutes has discovered that the girl is a dresser, the whip is for a photo shoot and she's trying to build up a professional portfolio to further her career.

Brother is awestruck.

Some time later, Dad and Brother step off the bus at Camden Market.

Dad: Well? Didn't you get her number? No?! Do I have to do everything for you?

Strolls away humming 'Lolo, Dodo, Jou-jou... Frou-frou, Clo-clo, Margot...'
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2 comments:

Anonymous said...

That shows how uselesss are contemporary young mens!

19 October 2009 at 13:25
pinolona said...

Exactly.

What it actually shows is that my generation has lost the ability to be open and friendly towards other people, in a non-threatening way.

What I admire about my Dad is his natural curiosity about other people and his ability to put them at their ease. I wish they had taught that sort of thing at my school.

20 October 2009 at 12:20

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