Metone of those recently. You know Know-Alls!He was tryin...
Hewas definitely not my buddy, and if he called me madam, he would belooking for his dentures. Back to the story Laz, back on track hereBuddy.
Fora short time, he was trying to be the soul of the party. Agreeingwith comments made, or butting in with his take on things.
Besideme one of the local, No Worldwide Celebrities was trying to have aquiet drink. His business singing with his band, as it turns out inthe Pandemic, literally for his supper, was at a standstill.
Wewere all, about nine of us called him by his name, as we shared theoutdoors pub banter. We discussed, strangely for Ireland the heat andfactor 30 or 50 protection cream – Sun Block some call it. Alloutdoor all socially distanced, with servers masked and careful onapproach to anyone. No invading our personal spaces, at all.
Theknow-all's wife was in the company and she complimented the Celeb, onhow well he was looking and how he had aged very well over the last25 years or so.
Thisconversation was interrupted by Know-All who got up and stuck hisface into Celeb’s face and asked. “What’s your name?” Thereply was the same name as we had been using all the afternoon. Whenit was provided, he asked. “Is that short for something?”
Thenthe plonker took Celeb's hand and muttered. “Pleased to meet you.”
Thenhe put on his mask, shook his shoulders and tacked out of the patioarea.
Hehad been sailing close to the wind - all afternoon.
