My Valentine’s Day date
Idle Tom the publisher calls with great news about a couple of events in London. But only somebody as resolutely single as Tom could have plumped for the dates that he decided on.
“They’re not much these talks,” he says. “But we might shift a couple of copies.”
“You know me,” I said. “If you’ve got anything at all lined up, I’ll go.”
“The first one is in Kensington on February 7, and the second one is on Valentine’s Day in Haringey. They’re sort of having a love-in special there to get everyone in the mood for romance.”
“What time’s that on Valentine’s Day? Is it a lunch session?”
“No - it’s from 6.30pm to 8.”
“You want me to go to Haringey on Valentine’s Day from 6.30 to 8?? What are you on??”
“What’s wrong with that? I thought you said you’d do anything, go anywhere.”
“But Valentine’s Day! Only someone like you, who hasn’t seen a girlfriend in years, would have fixed up for me to do this on February 14. And much though I worship you, Tommy, you wouldn’t really be my perfect dinner date.”
“We’ll have fun!”
“It’s not happening.”
“What about if we do it a little earlier?”
“Listen Tommy, why don’t you reschedule this Valentine’s Day gig? Honestly! You might even have a girlfriend by then. It’s nearly a month away!”