Last night we treated Vince and Erica to dinner at our local. The Shining Moon Inn had that table for four booked in the name of Crowther.
Erica had to avoid dairy, which meant she asked for raspberry sauce on her spotted dick instead of custard.
They are waiting for the American Embassy to give them permission to migrate to California where Erica can be with her grandchildren. They have been waiting for more than twelve months already, so we thought we would take advantage of one more opportunity to see them before they ship out.
Vince and I were soon engaged in reminiscences of the Artful Dodger days, when we were minting the Care Home gold and creaming off a good twenty to thirty quid each for less than an hour of entertaining the old folk with show tunes to the accompaniment of the old Fender classical.
Such was the luck enjoyed not too long ago by Vince the Bermondsey boy, and me the Suffolk swede.
The Care Homes and birthday parties we played at! We deserved the rewards we got because we doggedly practised two hours a week for two years before contracting any secretaries.
Other topics in the Shining Moon included Harry Kemp, the American tramp poet who wrote ‘Tramping on Life’, and Don Rickles, the ‘insult’ comedian who is featured on many hilarious YouTube videos.
Erica is an Apple Mac convert and more computer-minded than Vince. She had some good words for the disreputable ebook we are helping to push, The Angels and the Slags by Sam Daker. ‘Perverse, but moving,’ was her verdict on this erotic diary from the 1980s.
‘It’s like a sexier version of Harry Kemp’s Tramping on Life,’ she said, ‘and its follow-up, More Miles. Without the travelling.’
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