Bingo was in a talkative mood, we’d been watching a sports programme, where various sporting pundits discuss current sporting events. Such chatter seems to get the lad going and…..well there you are!
‘IF you could make them play a tune as they clatter around the table guv, more points could be awarded!’
‘I see,’
‘Do you old poop, do you?’
‘Well...yes I do believe I do.’
Fortunately at this point an advert appears on the box, concerning a well-known dog and his insurance deals.
‘M’mmm.’ (heaven help us the lad's thinking again!)
Next programme, and it’s back to snooker.
‘The thing is guv, as far as I can see, folk generally, seem to take things terribly seriously.’
‘Well…..’
‘Am I the only chap to think hooting and honking snooker balls would be a riot?’
‘It has it’s virtues I’m sure…..’
‘Golly it would be tremendous!’
The lad decants from the couch turns and looks at me.
‘Imagine guv, a very quiet room, the chap at the table, chalks his stick, bends over the table and………..Poop - taradiddle, honk, woop-woop, Tara!’
‘You’re right Bingo.’
‘Tinkle - parp ,honk-honk, woop-clang-
crash, tinkle, crunch, woo-hoo………TARA!!’
‘M’mmmm.’
‘The TARA comes as the potted ball drops down the hole!’
‘Amazing.’
‘It is guv, it is……..sadly old pappy, once again, a brilliant idea goes to waste. All because folk cant really envisage the remarkable benefit such an addition would bring to the game.’
Not for the first time, I am lost for words. This proposition, is of course an absolute corker, but is man ready for such a change? As I ponder this, the lad wanders out of the room to investigate a couple of magpies that’ve been sneaking around the garden.
I try to continue with the match, but somehow without the accompanying noises, the game seems to be sadly lacking.
‘Still watching guv?’
The lad's back, a well aimed ‘WOOF!’ had sent the magpies about their business!
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