I called in at Jacobs after doing some work on Thursday’s Pie & Priestly Show at the Local Studies Library.

Three lads came in, that I talked at. They are here on business at Hindle Gears. One of them went to school at Ifield Comp, the closest to Thomas Bennett, where I went. He now lives in Guildford; near where my brother lives.

They asked me where they should eat. I suggested Karachi, Kashmir, or In-Plaice.

Brian Lawrence came in. I’ve known him from Bradford d Playhouse, which his better memory for dates proved to have been more than 22 years.

The Southern lads started leaving. I asked where they had decided to eat. The Ifield lad said Karachi, and asked directions.

As I was explains, Brian butted in and offered to take them there! And he did. I put a beer mat on his half, and applauded him when he returned (see picture).

I would have bought him another half, but I’d coppered up for my last pint whilst he was gone.

On his return Brian told of how well I had acted at the Playhouse; in a Samuel Beckett’s Happy Days (the man, just rediscovered his name was Willie), and in John Paul Sartre’s In Camera (the valet, who did not blink, which nobody saw me do after that was said of my character).

It was lovely to be reminded of having acted well; but more so to be made to re-think.

Brian call my Happy Days character ‘the husband’. I never thought of that. It would make the play a metaphor.

I just thought of it as a play with an actress given brilliant lines (Jenny Beaumont said them brilliantly), and a little man saying and doing bits to move the plot along.

I said my few lines; occasionally brought phelm up at, near enough, appropriate moments due to having a chest infection, and crawled and sat as directed.

Seems that worked well for Brian.

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