For Sunday Scribblings
Just need to park the 'ole jalopy up. ‘I say my man, here’s a tanner - be a chum and pop the car into a space for me, there’s a good fellow’
So, let's see what's going on inside. I say. This is simply spiffing. I mean to say; where else would you see so many gay young blades in one place. This is the place to be seen.
Oh I say – there’s Jeremy Ponsenby-Smythe standing by the aspidistra with his latest sheba – now what’s her name? Can’t remember. Anyway, he’s head over heels in love with her - positively goofy! Mind you, can’t say I blame him. Just look at that chassis on her! She is of course only too aware that he’s something of a big cheese in these parts, not that I’m suggesting she’s after his loot or anything you understand.
Splendid little band. Artie Smiths Syncopated something or other I believe. Just look, everyone’s having a go at the Jitterbug. Shame I don’t have a partner.
Jeepers Creepers – who is this fine filly coming towards me? ‘Hell-lo! Are you asking me for a dance? How modern! Well, what else can I say? Ab-so-lutely my dear – lead on!’
Gosh, made a bit of a bloomer there. Well, she was a bit unsteady on the pins and I asked her if she was a tad splifficated. After all, there was a fair amount of grog floating around and she did have a glass in each hand. I suggested she might like a drop of noodle-juice and a ciggy - I thought a cup of tea and a smoke would be just the ticket. Anyway she accused me of saying she was a zozzled smoke-eater and tottered off using the most unladylike lingo I have ever heard. Quite a lollapalooza on my part I can tell you!
Well that’s odd. I heard a voice and felt someone give me a shake. There it goes again. Telling me to wake.......up.........
‘Oh, it’s you. Yes, I have been dreaming about the twenties again. I should have been there. I was meant to be there. Err - why do you have your cigarette in that long holder? And what’s with the flappers dress and the bobbed hair? Is that ragtime on the radio? Pinch me – please?