Popping home late
A dinner party along the road with a mate from the BBC and his next door neighbour, a well-known BBC radio producer, and our wives. The kids had a babysitter, who was staying over, sleeping in our attic.
After dinner, the smart-alec blokes competed on knowledge of obscure pop records. I reckoned I was good, my host was better, but Pauly was phenomenal. I was completely slaughtered!
Arriving home at 4am... we'd forgotten the house keys. With babysitter soundly asleep, my biggest challenge was scaling our roof to break in. For the record, I almost slipped a disc.
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: (The late) Pauly Walters - pop genius.
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Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Thanks Drew. Yes, it was the late Pauly Walters of Wogan fame. A great bloke. Terry came to the village for his funeral when Pauly died. I had to bow to his total ownership of pop music knowledge!
The ending was very true. She was a deep sleeper and two floors up in the attic and I had to climb over the roof at 4am, right over the high pitches roof of our kitchen to access a strange little door - the former pub toilet maybe - that couldn't be locked, but only accessible by climbing over the roof! I was a bit more agile then! :-)
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Jeff Taylor over 6 years ago
Very good as always Neville. I must admit to having "Broken" into a couple of my rental properties in the past. Usually after leaving the keys behind in the house. Almost always when everyone else was out too! :D
