Bouffant
Sean Pertwee strutted down the street with all the elegance of one born into Pertwee Royalty. He passed all the upperclass, overpriced shops, and entered into his favourite luxury chocolate shop.
"The usual, Mr Sean?" asked Patrick, the owner of Beetson's Chocolates.
Yes please Paddy," replied Sean Pertwee, his shortish hair blowing freely in the draught from an air-conditioning machine.
A flurry of hand movements behind the counter. Skilfully, Patrick gathered up Pertwee's usual order. "Here you go sir."
"Thanks," smiled Sean, handing over 225 quid. He left the shop.
***
Sean Pertwee was walking away from the chocolate shop. He stopped. A giant white thing was flying towards him. Was it a cloud? No, Was it Superman? No. It's a bouffant! Sean was paralysed with fear. He couldn't run. The bouffant made towards his head. He was sure it would suffocate him, but it missed his face and landed on top of his head.
At last, Sean Pertwee saw the error of his ways. Those chocolates were not home cooked. And they were very expensive. Clearly, he was getting the best of no worlds. This couldn't continue. With the power of the bouffant, he now understood that it was his inner space that matters most. He could be adventurous at mealtimes. He could have home cooked, affordable meals. He could have the best of all worlds. He discarded his overpriced chocolates, and entered his local Co-op shop to pick up ingredients for fine recipes such as Eccles Cake, Southern Fish Bake and Tripe Casserole.
Finally, Sean Pertwee began to see!
"The usual, Mr Sean?" asked Patrick, the owner of Beetson's Chocolates.
Yes please Paddy," replied Sean Pertwee, his shortish hair blowing freely in the draught from an air-conditioning machine.
A flurry of hand movements behind the counter. Skilfully, Patrick gathered up Pertwee's usual order. "Here you go sir."
"Thanks," smiled Sean, handing over 225 quid. He left the shop.
***
Sean Pertwee was walking away from the chocolate shop. He stopped. A giant white thing was flying towards him. Was it a cloud? No, Was it Superman? No. It's a bouffant! Sean was paralysed with fear. He couldn't run. The bouffant made towards his head. He was sure it would suffocate him, but it missed his face and landed on top of his head.
At last, Sean Pertwee saw the error of his ways. Those chocolates were not home cooked. And they were very expensive. Clearly, he was getting the best of no worlds. This couldn't continue. With the power of the bouffant, he now understood that it was his inner space that matters most. He could be adventurous at mealtimes. He could have home cooked, affordable meals. He could have the best of all worlds. He discarded his overpriced chocolates, and entered his local Co-op shop to pick up ingredients for fine recipes such as Eccles Cake, Southern Fish Bake and Tripe Casserole.
Finally, Sean Pertwee began to see!