PP's Man About Mayfair
Sir Basil Seal
Later that same day at the hospital....
Knock on the door...
FLG: Holy Shit! What the fuck do you want now?
Nurse peeks in...
Nurse: Uh, Mr. FLG?
FLG: Oh, Hello Nurse.
Nurse: Mr. FLG, there's a, uh, strange man here...Asking to see you...
FLG: Strange? Strange in what way?
Nurse: Well....He's wearing a fawn cashmere overcoat, is holding a rolled up umbrella and is wearing a hat...
FLG: Wearing a hat is strange? Cashmere overcoats are strange, I'll admit, but a hat?
Nurse: Well it's not a normal hat, it's like an old style hat and he asked me to have tea brought up later and to send up the val-let, whatever that is...
FLG: Wait. Is this a tall man, Savile Row tailoring, homburg, ridiculously plummy accent who looks, in spite of it all, very dangerous?
Nurse: Uh, Savile Row...
FLG: Nice fucking clothes!
Nurse: Well yeah, and if homburg means funny hat then...
FLG: Send him in.
Sir Basil Seal (entering the room and handing coat, brolly and hat to the nurse): FLG my dear chap...Was in the "hood" as they say in America, and thought I'd drop by to see how you were. Hope you don't mind...
FLG: Not at all Sir Baz, just hanging out here with the wife and child...
SBS: Ah, child is it...I wondered what that strange smell was. Well if you have a child, then I have a small token for the curtain crawler. (Tosses a set of keys over to FLG.)
FLG: Uh, thanks Sir Baz, you shouldn't have. (Looks at keys.) What the fuck is it?
SBS: Those my dear fellow are the keys to the 1954 Kaiser-Darrin, in white, with the Cadillac 304 V-8 which is now parked downstairs...I thought the tyke might get a kick out of it don't you know...Hope the wife won't object...You can drive it, of course, till the small one is ready...
FLG: Oh no, I'm sure she'll be pleased, uh, thanks again...
SBS: Don't mention it my good man. Always happy to help out a friend. Congratulations on the old happy occasion, although I see you did not take my advice on the proper role to play in this little drama...No matter, you young fellows know what's best, I'm sure...
FLG: Well, yeah, I guess...So how've you been and what are you doing these days? I sure have missed you at FoN you know. I'm writing a few things over at PP now for Mrs. P...
SBS: Oh, tut, tut my good man...No one misses FoN...A load of rubbish that...No, no I was just in the area and thought I'd say hello...Can't stay long mind you. And I did catch some of your tourette-in-print over at PP...Jolly good it was, jolly.
FLG: Great, I think...The wife is sleeping now, should I wake her? I'm sure she'd love to meet you.
SBS: No, no...I have found that a women waking and finding Sir Basil standing at the foot of the bed, especially when there is a daughter about, is not always a good thing...Better let her rest up a bit before the happy reunion...You know, too many visitors in one day can be tiring...
FLG: Yes, I guess you're right. We did have some, uh, visitors, earlier...
SBS: Yes, I did note that...Those chaps seem to be speaking with you quite a bit these days...Not that it's any of my business, of course...
FLG: Of course...You know Sir Baz, you live about 800 miles from here...How did you happen to be in a neighborhood 800 miles from your own?
SBS: Is it that far? My, my I must of dozed off or something...Possibly wired...Asleep at the wheel and all that, what? Well, I just wanted to be here to lend my support and the support of our friends to you, you know, in case there was anything you wanted to talk about.
FLG: What kind of things?
SBS: Oh, you know, just things...Loose lips sink ships they used to tell me...Not important anyway...Just wanted you to know we're keeping an eye on you and the family...What are friends for? Anything you need, you just call your old Uncle Baz...I'm just an old duffer out and about...It's always nice to know who one's friends are...Well, I shan't keep you my dear fellow....Tell that miserable girl to forget the
tea...Terrible service in this hotel, what? You might want to move to the Ritz...Let me know, I can arrange it, if you'd like...Well, tootle-loo and enjoy the motor...
Sir Basil exits and FLG wonders, not for the first time, if the folks at PP are as nice and innocent as they seem...Something to think about...Old duffer my ass...Now where the fuck is that remote?
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So it wasn't just the benzendrine. He really did show up.
Posted by: Fear and Loathing in Georgetown | February 18, 2009 at 10:33 AM
Cognitive pietete of dear Sir Basil remote the era of Kandinskiy, Sometimes he's appear like the artist who became the screen of shadows, scatches and lines.
He don't speak much of hisself but as a gentelman makes an improvising.
Regards from the Moskva.
Posted by: dareboy | February 18, 2009 at 01:50 PM
That pronounce like Sir Basile rent another New Jaguuar for another ms. apl.
Posted by: dareboy | February 19, 2009 at 05:56 PM
and the winner is:
http://www.blacktieguide.com/Supplemental/Hollywood/2009-oscars-justjared.jpg
Posted by: dareboy | February 25, 2009 at 06:15 PM