A knock on the chairman’s door. ‘Enter’.
The door opens and a small bearded face wearing a beanie peeps round. ‘You wanted to see me?’
‘ “Wanted” is not quite the word, Coco. But come in.”
‘Charlie, why did you call me Coco?’
‘Did I? Sorry, something I read on a forum. And why did you call me Charlie?’
‘Did I? Something I read about a fat comedian in Blackpool.’
‘Fleetwood, Coco. Not Blackpool. Fleetwood. The wheels came off today.’
‘They’re supposed to, Charlie. We drive around honking the horn and the wheels fall off and everybody laughs.’
‘Coco, I keep you on because you’re cheap. Rubbish but cheap. But why the fans put up with you is a mystery.’
‘Well Jimmy Tarbuck got away with being crap for fifty years so I’ve got decades yet. By the way, Charlie, if you’ve got one of those big red noses spare could I have one? It might help with the team talk.’

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