Kinda Blue

Peter’s Secret
Peter sat in his bookshop every day except Saturdays and Sundays. He had a reputation locally for being a ‘quiet man’. The reason for this was that he never spoke unless spoken to, and then in a very quiet, softly spoken manner. Anyone who knew Peter would say that he existed for his ‘old books’, and that they were the only thing in the world that he cared for. These people would also tell you that Kate, his wife, had a lot to put up with as, from their perspective, Peter saw her as something of an inconvenience who took second place to his books. Those who ‘really knew’ Peter would tell a very different story.

Those who really knew Peter would tell you to go and see him perform at the Friday and Saturday night gigs his rock band did. There were those who saw him who were convinced that Mick Jagger would be jealous of some of his moves. Friday, for instance, was The Blue Anchor, they played here quite often to standing room only. Saturday was an all day event, The Blue Anchor landlord had persuaded them to take part in his annual charity event. It had taken him some time to persuade them, along with much discussion among the band members. In the end Peter had agreed on the proviso that they were the last up in the evening. Despite all attempts he would give no further information, except to say that they would be out of character, and that they wanted a clear run to their van.

Saturday came and, much to the landlord’s surprise, they turned up early in the afternoon, and promptly had fun jamming with some of the other local bands. Mid evening Peter disappeared for a while, when he reappeared he would say nothing about where he had been. In fact he had been having a chat with the bloke responsible for the lighting. The landlord came up and announced the last act of the day.
“ Ok people, Yellow Whin are going to finish the day off with something I have never heard of, You Can Leave Your Hat On.”
Suddenly there was a lot of pushing and shoving as the women tried to get closer. As he went off he asked the lighting guy what was going on.
“They’re going to do The Full Monty you fool. But don’t worry it’s been arranged that the lights go off at the crucial moment.”
The landlord was not happy, but there was absolutely nothing he could do about it now, that is without being lynched by an unruly mob of women. Whilst the guy responsible for the lighting was wondering if he could get away with a slight delay.