Ann 1: And now we have for your delectation : Glen Miller in the nude
Ann 2: in the ‘Mood!’ You donk!
Grams (a poor kazoo version of In The Mood starts up, initially it’s soft and subtle; but, then…)
SD 1 (just after it starts; before it goes bad) Ah, nice.
SD After a few moments Ann 2 states
Ann 2: That’s not Glenn Miller.
Ann 1: But, he is in the nude. Hey, mate; give it a rest, that’s fair doing my ears in… and it’s not doing much for my eyes, either. Get some togs on, will ya?
Ann 2: Did you book him?
Ann 1: If I was a cop I’d book him for something. I thought he was a sure winner; Glen Miller is very popular.
Ann 2: He died in 1945.
Ann 1: I thought he was younger. Just goes to show.
Ann 2: Show ‘what’ Exactly?
Ann 1: That you can’t judge a book by its cover.
Ann 2: Fair enough. Glenn?
Glen: It’s ‘Glen’ not ‘Glenn’.
Ann 2: Whatever. How old are you?
Glen: Forty-three, give or take.
Ann 2: Okay. I’ll ‘give’ you some advice; then you can ‘take’ it away with you. Sound fair?
Glen: Sounds fair to me.
Ann 2: Don’t give up the day job – and please don’t tell me that ‘this’ is it.
Glen: Certainly not, Madam. I am a qualified chartered accountant.
Ann 2: Figures.
Glen: Precisely.
Ann 2: Oh, well; good luck with that. And back to the show. Craig?
Ann 1: Thank you: and now ‘You can leave your hat on…’
Ann 2: Good grief.
Ann 1: By Tim Jones.
End.
