After the boss called us into a meeting and informed us we should all start looking for new jobs, he took the opportunity to inform me about his involvement in the local am dram society.
Apparently their autumn production is a classic with a twist and would I be interested in coming to see it. No, I would not. I'd rather stick forks in my eyes than be witness to the desperate flailings of a flock of secondary school drama teachers, four accountants and the vicar's wife as they try to bring "Dickens to life!", whilst giving off a slight stench of self-pity with that look in their eyes of, "I coulda been a contender, I coulda been somebody". But, I allowed Puck to continue and faked my enthusiasm, as I like to fake most things at work.
"Classic with a twist?" I ask.
"Yeah, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang set in the future."
"Chitty Chitty Bang Bang will be played by a Vauxhall Corsa."
"But don't tell everyone 'cos I'm not sure we've got all the legal side sorted yet."
"Oh, don't worry, I won't be telling anyone."
And there was me thinking his contant talk of "the players" was somehow in reference to his male sexual prowess.