I´ve been playing the grumpy old Concert Chairman now for longer than I care to call, - the last few years in the Cumberland Bar. But somewhere along the journey the line got blurred between spoof Working Men´s Club and the real deal. It happened bit by bit, firstly by our “members” making a point of religiously sitting in the same place and scowling at any intruders who happened to stray on to their patch, howling derision at our karaoke singers who happened to sing their song and the increasing number of canine members on our books. We had two in today – “Kipper” the Jack Russel from Fleetwood and “Barking” Barney Barker the one eyed Bishon Frise who shared the Concert Chairman´s chicken sarnie. But the real clincher for me has been the shenanigans concerning the theft of the button from the top of the toilet! We couldn´t buy a replacement straight off, it had to be ordered and so we placed a bookies pen on top of the bog which was to be inserted in the hole now bereft of a button in order to flush. But somebody nicked the bloody bookies pen! And so we had to then attach a biro to the cistern now with the aid of a red ribbon to discourage the light fingered brigade. After several weeks of this I can report that the button has now arrived and is now in the hands of the plumber - which is where it will remain no doubt.
P.S – I love it!
