Mrs. Flagg says she has jilted her old gentleman friend in favour of a new old Italian gentleman friend.
She says she’s looking forward to going out for an ice cream with him and licking the nuts off a large Neapolitan.
I said I wished her well and asked how Mr. Biggins was as I haven’t been up to the club recently. I’m not really needed at the moment as all preparations for the big night are either complete or well in hand.
Mrs. Flagg says she thinks Mr. Biggins is on the verge of a nervous breakdown what with the impending manslaughter charge hanging over his head, his health and safety issues regarding the New Year’s Eve ceiling collapse, the RSJ accident and the concrete statue incident, the worry over the unpredictability of his intercom, the standard of Mr. Wallace’s miming confidence which seems to have suffered a setback in recent days particularly as we all thought he was buoyed up after grasping old Mrs. Wickham’s Fanny by Gaslight so quickly the other morning, the issue with the microphones, the green room preparation and last but not least the fact that he still has no idea who his projector operator is going to be on the big night.
I said Mr. Biggins will be fine. He’ll work round it…
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