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#214 Jackie Babysham and Brandy

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He returned with his pint and set mine down first, as he was a true gentleman, but before he had even put his down, I had drank mine in one. I must have been more nervous than I thought...

Jackie

I was at my friend Marie’s wedding. She was marrying a kind-hearted man called Jim.

As I stood watching everyone walk up the aisle to take their places, I felt my heart jump as I noticed a good-looking man. I turned to my friend and said “Who is that?” She whispered “Jim’s brother, Howard.” When Marie found out I liked Howard, she set us up on a blind date.

He was already there when I arrived at the pub so I walked straight toward himI had the advantage of having seen him at the wedding. He asked if I wanted a drink, and as I sat down, I replied a babysham and brandy. My family had always run pubs, and I knew all the posh women always ordered that drink, so I knew that was my drink. He returned with his pint and set mine down first, as he was a true gentleman, but before he had even put his down, I had drank mine in one. I must have been more nervous than I thought, and as he was a gentleman, he didn’t comment, put his drink down and went to the bar to buy me another. When he returned and sat down, he turned to me and said, “Take your time with this one; they’re expensive.”

We had a fantastic night. I remind him that I couldn’t have been that expensive as in 1970 we married. We ended up having two children and three grandchildren.

Precis

The beauty of being in a company of older performers is the kaleidoscopic range of real-life experiences that they bring to the table. These experiences cover everything from the vivid and strange world of childhood, to the unexpected late awakenings of old age. Take our newest batch of anecdotes, for example. These new stories are delightfully diverse: from the earthly, sensual joy of baking bread, to the cosmic dreams of outer space; from an unnerving encounter with a poltergeist, to the risqué glories of adult pleasure products and burlesque. Running as a rich theme throughout, is the possibility of love, and the simple wonder of human connection. As one writer tells us, in her story of funeral rites and flirting, “Amidst death, life goes on”, and indeed it does, delightfully so.

Edited by Barney Bardsley