I don’t know if you’ve had that moment I’ve had: perhaps you have, perhaps you haven’t. I saw someone I recognised from television. I knew the face but not much more than that. Quiz program presenter I think. The kind of program you catch every now and then: not too good or not all bad, take your pick. Anyway there he is, peaceful like, drinking his coffee and reading the morning paper, probably to see if he’s in it, and I wander over.
Always well-mannered I say, “ I remember you on the BBC. Not been the same since you went to the other channel I bet. You can’t beat the main channel.” He smiled at me politely saying “Everything is not what it seems”. I’m not a sage myself, so when you get this evidence of wisdom in high places it’s a bit cheering isn’t it: we need more of that, and I reply “ Yours to know and mine to guess” which I think sounds slightly profound and give him a bit of a wink to show I’m not being over familiar. And with that I leave. I mean you don’t want to harass a guy who is just drinking coffee do you.
Back home, I do what any civilised person does and Google him. Up springs some pictures of him fondling some young girl outside a nightclub with the headlines “Johnny Famous Caught In Clinch With Trainee Script Editor” and a story follows about how our John, a married man of thirty years standing got a bit carried away following one or two glasses of the nice stuff. Sure enough, a week later, there he is again, minding his own business and drinking his coffee: checking the newspapers for scandal probably. I wander up to him with that unobtrusive manner on which I pride myself and say, “Hi Johnny, got a bit carried away outside that club then. Bet you had to make your own breakfast the next morning ” He looks at me, a little nonplussed, and says “What are you talking about,” his voice is not as friendly as before. His memory may be fading a bit, stress probably, so to refresh it for him I say. “You know, that young script editor you were kissing outside the club. Never helps the Maritals eh?”
His face is darkening a bit now, maybe something got caught in his throat and sure enough, in a voice which sounds slightly strangled he says “Kindly go away”. No problem with that, I’m always kindly. “Don’t worry Johnny” I say to him, “Your secrets safe with me and all the national newspapers” and then I start laughing; I mean really laughing. Let’s face it I can crack one with the best, I should have been on television.
Next thing you know, the owner of the cafe comes up and tells me to ”Get out of here and never come back again.” I mean, that’s gratitude isn’t it? You try and cheer the customers up, show a bit of sympathy, and that’s the treatment you get. Some people just don’t know when you’re trying to help do they?
Done it again, Peter. I love the way you get inside your characters. Thanks for giving me a chuckle over my coffee, at least!
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I’d like to had been around to witness you in action. That’s what he deserves for being a jerk in the first place. You an your cool British air about you melted him like butter! Haha,
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You’re a genius when it comes to pinning down a character, Peter.
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Fabulous observations, Peter, your characters are, as ever, spot on. Great humour in this, yet the underlying tensions are ever present. Well written.
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You are the master of characters! Love!
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Someday, my friend, I’d like to know why the merchant was so protective…
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Brilliant!
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This reminds me of a dream I had last night. In it, a celebrity was obsessed with me. A reverse attraction. He would search for me on Google, clip my photos and tape them to the mirror in his bedroom, write me swooning fan letters. I was just about to write a poem about it when I saw this post. We’re on the same wavelength today Peter.
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So believable I can’t tell if it’s autobiographical or fiction. Well done!
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Incredible, Peter! In such a short space, you’ve told a novel’s worth of a story. Just the essentials and the perfect dialogue that speaks volumes about these men’s lives and characters. Interesting, too, that tension which comes with celebrity: by nature, celebrities are public figures and their every thought and movement is considered public domain; yet, for someone to take advantage of that, to assume that he can invade the privacy, subject to laughter, a celebrity who is guilty of human frailty, well, that did make my skin crawl a bit 🙂
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some people…….
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When the other side of the fame coin is infamy, celebrity isn’t all that attractive, is it? Nicely played out, Peter!
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The witty Ducks has done it again. Made me laugh and remember some of the famous (and infamous) characters I used to see when I worked for a time at the Charlotte airport. I was constantly surprised at how kind and down-to-earth some of them were, and what jerks others were.
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Fabulous! Just fab! 😊
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Not appreciative indeed! I have to admit getting one’s name plastered in media for misconduct is not a pleasant experience. Just call me a nitwit and move along. 😉
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Peter,
I think all of your characters are YOU)))!! xxxxxxxxx
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Devious fellow, that ne. Haha.
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This would make a great skit … love this: “…reading the morning paper, probably to see if he’s in it…” – all of it, Peter!
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I’d have done more than told him to go away 🙂
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Still smiling 🙂
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