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Ted always towered over everybody else, but as he made his way back from the bar with a tray of drinks he looked even taller than usual, more six-foot-five-ish than six-foot-two-ish; “have you started growing again Ted?”, asked Arthur, “no,” Ted replied “I was in my loft yesterday and found these old platform shoes that I wore in the seventies and decided I’d give them a day out, I thought they might be a bit uncomfortable so I brought some slippers with me in case” – “looks like they’e in a plastic bag to me!” joked Colin”.
“John’s sister’s friend Susan’s son, Thomas, has got a job with the railway to train as a station master”, said Ted, “he’s started by checking your ticket at the platform entrance, you’ve got to hand it to him!”
“Speaking of platforms, I see Len’s put one up in the pub garden”, said Babs, “anyone know what it’s for?” ; “I’m told he’s going to put on an event called Baaamy’s Got Talent” said Bill, “I can see him now as head judge wearing his dark glasses, shirt unbuttoned to his belly, SCowelling at the acts!
“I’ll take part, I’ll sing!” shouted Suzie from the next table; ”last karaoke night when you sang All by Myself”, said Arthur, “everybody left their seats and walked off to the bar, perhaps you should try some magic, you certainly know how to make an audience disappear!”
“I’ll do a stand-up comedy routine”, said Colin who’d been customarily quiet whilst listening to the various ongoing conversations – “my shoes make a lovely pair, they’re sole mates – one said to the other, you are bootful, lets take a walk – my train was late the other day, it was a slowcomotive – I think it had a cold, it was achoo-choo train – Len was almost run over by a tram, he …”; “OY”, yelled Landlord Len, “careful you don’t cross the line”, – everybody laughed, falsely assuming he was adding to the jocular repartee which just made him more annoyed!
And so, as another evening came to an end at The Baaamy Inn, Len poured himself a brandy, sat down at the farmer’s table and looked around the silent empty bar; “they’re a great bunch really, I don’t know what I’d do without them”, he muttered.
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Thanks to Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting Six Sentence Stories where this weeks prompt word is Platform.
A lively bunch for sure.
It is indeed, never a dull moment!
😂😛😜
Aah, Len’s got in on the act … albeit after hours.
Something I often did after I locked my pub door!
I love the ending, Keith. So sweet.
Fabulous puns I was soled on them. I loved this…”he’s started by checking your ticket at the platform entrance, you’ve got to hand it to him!”—ahaha good job, well done!
They’ll be delighted to know you enjoyed them, Suzette!
Awesome!
Nice one: “you should try some magic, you certainly know how to make an audience disappear” 🙂
Thanks, Frank!
bar. rum…bump!
“…he’s started by checking your ticket at the platform entrance, you’ve got to hand it to him!”
lol
Bump back atcha! Cheers, Clark.
I’m with Len, Keith. “They’re a great bunch really!”
They are, just as my lot used be back in the day!
I think they’ll all enjoy a talent show, but they do show off their talents every week, thanks to you.
They are lively enough with out a talent show, that’s for sure!
vaudeville
Baaadeville!
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Fabulous place – mind the doors!
If only it actually existed!
Pour me a Bourbon, would ya? I’d like to sit back and listen to this lot a bit more 🙂
I’ll get Len to bring a glass over to you! You can’t just listen though, you’ll have to join in!
I am pretty sure I can come up with a story or two! 🙂
Okay, so ONE of those acts has to be a comedian! I’m just sayin’….