Corr!
We were returning from Mallorca. It had been a wonderful holiday in the beautiful north western part of the island. We’d visited the lovely church at Deia where yesterday The Corrs’ drummer had married. Her beautiful flowers were still there.
Waiting reluctantly in the airport for our return flight, Mrs H whispered “I’m sure that’s The Corrs sitting opposite us.”
Unfazed by celebrity, I glanced to see three pretty girls and a bloke. ”What’s that’, I thought. ’He’s got a newspaper! How? So I asked him.
“I picked it up in the VIP Lounge.”
That put me in my place!
- Category: True Stories Told As Fiction
- Tags: The Corrs - pretty Irish sisters and older brother. Destination Luton Airport.
5 comments add one below
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Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
The Corrs were on TV this evening (Strictly - It takes two), which jogged my memory. 😕
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Christopher over 6 years ago
I would've responded to him the way Graham Chapman did on Month Python, "Oh, oh! No buttered scones for me, mater, I'm off to play the grand piano!" ( If you're unsure of the reference, check out the Flying Lessons sketch on YouTube.)
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Christopher over 6 years ago
Oh, great drabble!
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Christopher over 6 years ago
And I meant Monty Python, not month. My friend autocorrect again.
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Neville Hunt over 6 years ago
Thanks Christopher, I’ll check out YouTube.
