The Grand Opening of the Billiard and Indoor Sports Hall


Arthur Barratt Monckton, president of the local Golf and Rugby club, and his wife Doris Dryden Monkton, whose father had a surprising fondness for restoration playwrights, completed their preparations for the dinner and dance marking the opening of the new sports hall. It  had been built after a period of vigorous fundraising by the local community and the dance was going to be a big affair.  “Art” as he was known, was decked out in a freshly pressed suite and a shirt skillfully ironed by Doris, who loved a bit of style.

Arriving at the hall in their old but still shiny Mercedes, they moved through the growing throng towards the bar,  where “Art” and his well-presented wife, could settle any pre-speech nerves with some soothing refreshments. As with all well organised events, dinner took longer to serve than expected so they were able to pack in more refreshments than originally planned.

Doris,  apart from working in the local beauty salon spent some time training as a stripper in her youth, and was known to “take a bit off for the boys” if the refreshment periods lasted too long, so Art got understandably concerned when she glided outside her third vodka and orange in the space of ten minutes. You know that smile which says “I love you all”. Well it’s often a sign of danger in the middle-aged, and Doris was showing some serious signs of “feeling the love”. A few of the village’s more upright citizens were lining up more drinks for her at the bar, and Art could see that some serious intervention might be required. Still with a pint in one hand and a sausage roll in the other he was at a temporary disadvantage.

Geoff, who hid his love of vaudeville and Mrs Monkton behind the counter of his ironmonger’s shop was sliding a further supply of her favourite tipple towards her when Art shouted out. “Leave it Geoff”. She’s ad too much already”. As we all know, the truth is a hard pill to swallow so Geoff ignored it before placing a modest double vodka in front of the object of his admiration. She was now starting to hum ominously to herself and swinging her hips in a manner clearly recalling her heyday, some three decades earlier. Her rear end, fondly described as a “Two-seater” on account of its size, still showed some signs of rhythm and verve.

“That’s enough” shouted Art. His voice box was nicely oiled by a few pints and easily heard above the din but his instruction was ignored. Overly mischievous after a few drinks, Mrs Monkton was clearly getting into her stride and toying playfully with the buttons on her blouse while her hips swayed in vague time to the music.

You know that expression, “Words fail me”. Well they clearly failed Art, who decided that actions can sometimes make a greater impression . After about a second and a half of micro planning he decided to allow his fist to express some sense of his frustration by contacting the side of Geoff’s jaw. Recovering himself, Geoff responded in kind and soon the bar was split between the party poopers who wanted less vaudeville, and the free-spirited, who loved art in all its forms.

Bodies swayed and pushed and drinks were spilt as the discussion moved briskly back and forth among the participants. Sadly some furniture was damaged.  At last above the swaying and battered bodies, the voice of the master of ceremonies could be heard. “Ladies and Gentlemen”, he boomed, “Dinner is served”. Apparently it included a faintly challenging curry cooked by a local gastronome.

 

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About Peter Wells aka Countingducks

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19 Responses to The Grand Opening of the Billiard and Indoor Sports Hall

  1. Ina says:

    LOL I love Doris ! 🙂 Will there be a sequel? x

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  2. rumpydog says:

    What a rousing event!!!!

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  3. Oh I love this! This story juat has to go on, please!!

    And I totally understand the “I love you all smile” , thats hilarious and so very true!

    More please – story, that is, not vodka! 😊

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  4. Flexing your creative writing muscles, Peter? Well done, Sir! Please continue, you are an engaging storyteller!

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  5. babs50nfab says:

    It is the month of February Fiction! This is excellent and definitely hilarious! Keep it going Peter!
    b

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  6. OMGgg, I hope this in Non-Fiction, Peter! I LOooooove.

    By Gosh, Doris still has her groove on.

    Faaaaabulous.

    You rock the words, babe. Xx

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  7. winsomebella says:

    This is one of those times when what I can think to write in comment to such a delightful post is so, so inadequate. So I will simply say it: bravo!

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  8. catterel says:

    On tenterhooks for the next episode! I think I know these people …

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  9. nelle says:

    As George Takei would say, “ohhhhhh myyyyyy.” If she finds a stripper’s pole, it’s all over.

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  11. renxkyoko says:

    Oh, good ! I was about to ask if this was a true story, then I got to read some of the comments…. Whew ! fiction ! ! * grin *

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  12. Julie says:

    Good story Mr. Wells. Clever. I think everyone likes when a bar fight breaks out — much like the movies. I had to grin to myself when you wrote ‘Sadly some furniture was damaged’ as that for me gave meaning to the entire episode. It’s nice to see things from the writers’ point of view and you did so so nicely. I’m thankful the furniture wasn’t hurt.
    Julie

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  13. Loved the story. It’s poignant as well as humorous. But is this not how life really is, if only we were mindful to observe it? Fact remains that we go through most of our day on autopilot, lacking the awareness and appreciation of small nuances happening around us.

    Would you be continuing the story?

    Shakti

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  14. Bahahaa. Loved the story but for me, my mind firmly rejected the mercedes and kept conjuring up an old western style salon, complete with gun slingers and horses tied up outside!

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  15. Wonderful story telling, making these characters come alive in so few words … and the action so animated … yes, more please! I was thinking Coronation Street for some reason … it’s been a long time since I watched it, though. 🙂

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  16. Jane Thorne says:

    Go Doris….I like her 🙂

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  17. WordsFallFromMyEyes says:

    Peter, in all the pages in all the sites, you’re my Entertainment Channel. Thank you 🙂 !

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  18. eof737 says:

    😆 This was hysterical and the ending particularly. 😉

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