The Queens Birthday.
Story by Big M.
“’oo mixed up me spice labels?” Thundered a voice from the bowels of the pub.
“Dunno, Granny, maybe you did!” Replied Merv, chuckling quietly to himself, as he emptied the new glass washer.
“Are you sure?”
“Yep, pretty sure!” Which wasn’t entirely true, as Merv was unsure of most things.
“Ahem.” Foodge cleared his throat, hoping to alert Merv to a customer in need of refreshment, vis a vis, himself.
Merv looked up to find Foodge sat on a bar stool, resplendent in a brand new three
piecer, with a new black Fedora perched at a rakish angle, young Frank Sinatra style. “Ah, Foodge, what can I do you for?”
“Sir Foodge.” Replied Foodge, sotto voce.
“Stir who?” Merv was missing the point.
“You know, our Monarch’s impending birthday celebrations, regal awards and such.” Foodge was mentally willing Merv to place a canoe under a tap, and decant some amber ale.
“Oh, the Queen’s birthdee.” Merv heaved the last tray of steaming glasses onto the bar. “She’s a great old girl, isn’t she?”
“’oo are youz calling an old girl?” Granny appeared at Merv’s elbow with a bowl of wedges. “Oh, Foodge, aren’t you a picture of sartorial excellence?” She swooned, then recovered and headed straight back to the kitchen.
“Is Granny OK?”
“Yeah, you know, that time of the month.”
“June is a lovely time of the year, but getting a bit crisp.” Foodge straightened his tie that was covered in tiny scales of justice.
“Nah, the minstrel cycle.” Merv started to pour a pint, but the keg was clearly empty, as froth sprayed across the bar. “Manne” He roared. “Empty keg!”
“Yes, she used to be a keen cyclist.” Foodge had managed to avoid the spray of stale beer.
Merv gave up on the biology lesson. “What’s all of this ‘sir’ business?”
“Ah, glad you asked.” Foodge instantly warmed to the subject. “A little birdy told me that someone…someone local was in line for a knighthood for services to The Law.”
Merv was more unsure than ever.” ‘oo would that be?” As he pushed a canoe of Porcine Pale Ale across the decaying well covered with patina bar.
It was Foodge’s turn to tap the side of his nose, knowingly. “You know, a well known barrister, a servant of everyone from lowly bar flies, to representatives of Her Majesty herself.”
“That boat mighta sailed, old son.” Merv pouring liters of frothy spume from the aforementioned tap. “Manne, is that keg on, yet?”
“No, I don’t think she gets around in in the QE II anymore, Mr Merv.” Mumbled Foodge
through bits of potato wedge.
“No, the knighthood.” Merv now had a sink full of foam, and it was still coming. “Manne, purge the pipe properly, will ya?”
“What, there’s a knighthood boat?” Foodge pushed the empty glass back across the bar, hoping for a refill.
“No, as in, we don’t have knighthoods, and the Queen’s Birthday has been and gone, and, they only give awards out for actresses who live overseas, failed CEOs, and already, highly successful businessmen.” Merv grinned as ale started to replace foam coming from the tap. “Why is replacing a keg like rocket science for Manne?”
Our boy was crestfallen, and eagerly accepted another pint.” I’ll tell yer what, Foodge, you’ll always be Sir Foodge to me!”
Therese Trouserzoff said:
George and I have been drinking a particularly fine Australian – West Australian single malt. Watching back episodes of Fargo.
George reckons they are more surreal than Foodge
But I demurr.
See what happens when FM works really late ?
George wants me to kill off a character but he won’t tell me which one.
I suggested that instead Manne’s sister – Ms Manne was going to show up at the pub with news of a massive inheritance.
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Big M said:
Great minds think alike, well, at least I’ve bin wondering what to do with Manne, workshy, indolent bastard. Even Helvi dislikes him, but I believe he didn’t do a minutes work for them, and drank all of the Shiraz.
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honshades said:
I myself considered inheritance in my ruminations at the compost heap build site. By the time I got to covering the top of two massive compost heaps with cardboard sheets I had talked myself into believing someone else would be working on the paper trail even as I had given Foodge a bell and suggested he get onto it. Finding the inheritance. Ha Ha. Talk about symbiosis.
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
Notice to Big, Hung and ‘Shoe – plus some of our rarely heard from mates – these would include Scott and LindyP for example…….
How about we pile on the Foodge articles and go for the tonne ?
Emm
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honshades said:
I’ve one still in the wash bay.
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Mark said:
Um, er, yes, er, no, make that maybe. 🙂
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honshades said:
Dunno about a tonne.
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vivienne29 said:
Is Foodge having a senior moment or three?
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Big M said:
Yes, yes and yes.
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vivienne29 said:
Ah ha – spotted it well didn’t I. Surely it’s a temporary aberration. We all have to keep our wits about us.
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algernon1 said:
I didn’t know Granny was a Morris Dancer
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Big M said:
No, but she reckons she’s done the horizontal Samba IN a Morris Minor.
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algernon1 said:
I guess that’s something like sausages.
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Mark said:
How did she find one that worked?
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algernon1 said:
What the Morris Minor or the sausage
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Big M said:
I think the best sausage was the one that was hidden.
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honshades said:
M’comment disappeared. It’s been pinched.
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honshades said:
Let me babble on a little. Aside from sawing in half a potato crate and building a compost heap today, this evening I watched 3 episodes of Anh’s Brush with Fame. The concentrate put me into an almost visionary frame of mind. I experienced a rush of ideas about myself as profound as ever I could imagine, as access to knowledge of my personality.
Who did I hanker having a session with but the barflies at the bar. I felt to my marrow as immediately how very much our friendship through this medium must mean to each of us. So I logged in.
Talk about spooky and as if my mental health is not spooked enough (in a constructive way). I’ve been preparing mentally for a few days now to write an upbeat episode of Foodge. I framed the beginning as dialogue. Foodge, sitting at the bar, would address Merv about something that would provide an opening to write ‘Merv, the reliable dependable, the good guy’. I mused thinking through what the conversation would begin with that I must pull finger, find off my shelf and read The Glass Canoe.
This is such beautiful ambience.
““Oh, the Queen’s birthdee.” Merv heaved the last tray of steaming glasses onto the bar. “She’s a great old girl, isn’t she?”
It’s as if you read my mind, Big M and thought. ‘I’ll sort it. I’ll show you how to write that.’
I could never ever have written it as brilliantly as this, nup,
‘Foodge straightened his tie that was covered in tiny scales of justice.’
Awwww, mate. This episode is a killer. I truly mean it in the best nice way. I am so awed. Having a great night. Sober too. 🙂
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Mark said:
It was in the Spam queue for some reason. And yes a good fun story, lol as my kids would say.
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honshades said:
Thanks for freeing my comment. I thought maybe the length. Maybe the word k*l**r.
I’ve taken to using lol as an expression sometimes too, Mark. What a corker of an lol story about Foodge and Merv and the bar indeed.
Damnee it’s great you’re on an even keel again. Miss you so when you have to take a Bex and lie down for a bit. Wish we were located closer. Sad but true we can’t accommodate us all in one spot at the one time. x
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Mark said:
Thank you shoe, kind words indeed. Yes Foodge, hmm, if you ave any episodes forward them to me and I will post them. Cheers. 🙂
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Big M said:
Thanks, ‘shoe, a fabulous compliment, coming from one such as yerself. Yeah Merv and Foodge sort of make the Writing easy, when they sit still! I look forward to your next ep.
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honshades said:
Dear Big M, I reread some of my Foodge stories and thought how kind youse really are, leastwise it can be the only explanation for the encouragement. I’ll take it. Hell, so much unkindness in one small world at the moment. Now I need to mix up my ideas a bit for my next Foodge story as you’ve written the gist of what I was hoping to achieve. I’ll finish building my second compost bin and toss it around. 😉
Thought i saw a pic of you holding a little girl in your arms in a rescue helicopter. It was over south-west Queensland so thought it might sometimes fall into your jurisdiction. Advertising some service. Have you a navy blue jacket or onsie for rescue work that has the word ‘Paramedic’ on the shoulder? No? You’ve a double in profile if no. Can’t be more than one of you though. Priceless this yarn, Big M. x
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Big M said:
No, it wouldn’t be me. We only do interhospital transfers of newborns, and I’m not a paramaniac! Yes, finish the compost and start writing.
Granny has been trying to get me to,write something, but I’m ignoring her for a while.
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honshades said:
Foodge was in my head and I’ve mailed in a newie, Big M. No I did suppose it wasn’t you because of the Paramedic epaulette. 😫
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Mark said:
Sir Foodge has a ring to it, it’s comes down to which ring.
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Big M said:
I think Foodge may have bin punxhed around the ring, but which ring? Lovely work, Sister, Eye specially liked the Kitty!!
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Mark said:
Meow, me too. Don’t tell Emmjay.
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Big M said:
Punched, I was drunk when I wrote this.
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honshades said:
Wouldn’t mind some of that punch. Quietly between us we seem to be doing well with the new news items (kitty) and advertising (Pigs-Fly-Buys) management is running to get some piggy wiggy dollars into, dare I say kitty.
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Big M said:
Next week’s special, cat skin uggh boots, with complementary steak knives, courtesy of Hung One On Enterprises.
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