I’m dreadfully sorry, but I was delayed by a minor emergency at the studios.
I’d had just played my last gramophone record, a happy little ditty entitled ‘[Around the Back of the Ya-Ya’ by a band of strolling minstrels called The Yuck, when ’Big’ Jim tried to walk into the studio to begin his programme.
Sadly, being as tall as he is, he clouted his bonce on the door frame stunning himself.
I was, as you can imagine, beside myself with worry about Jim and whether, if he was unable to present his show, I’d be able to get an overtime claim sheet from either Mr. Mason or Mr. Stevens. Not wishing to speak out of turn, but you know what they are like!
Fortunately ’Big’ Jim recovered enough to present his programme, but I stayed with him propping him upright when he swayed in the breeze.
We both made it to the Pig & Whistle at about 7.15, to by me a fortifying brandy and Mr. Richman a reviving orange juice, but you and young Suzie had already left.
Jim muttered something incoherent, he being still in shock, along the lines off ’Bloody Chesney’s done a runner again without putting his hand in his pocket!’
I defended you to the hilt but he didn’t believe a word of it and told me so. Betty helped me get him into a taxi home.
See you tomorrow old bean.
Talley Ho!