My friend Rosey and I went to London to see our thespian mate Gascoigne in his latest Shakespearian role.
The curtains swept back, and there he was, poised to deliver a scene-setting soliloquy. Rosey decided to offer encouragement by yelling “Cock a leg Gaza”. Everyone turned and stared.
“What’s wrong?” she mouthed.
“You shouldn’t shout and anyway, the phrase starts ‘break’ not ‘cock!’” I whispered which started her giggling.
Unfortunately, the play was rather boring. I kept yawning and Rosey nodded off, but at the end, the audience applauded – except Rosey who stuck two fingers in her mouth and whistled!
I can’t take her anywhere!
There are loads more stories about My Friend Rosey HERE
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