Sunday, December 18, 2005

Fish & chips please

A man walks into a fish and chip shop. I am reading the daily paper. He asks if he can take the magazine section. I agree. He sits on the next table. He reads. Seconds pass. And then. He talks. "Now. Right. There's a mistake there with the possessive pronoun." I turn and nod. A chip dangles on mid-air fork. I can see this is the start of some considerable report. I ask, "What page are you on?" I see another copy of the magazine under my chips. [ The possibility of a play begins.]

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