Heres me I woke up this morning to find myself booked in to the local community centre to perform saxophone solos for under priveleged yobbos. I had no idea who had booked me in but i had my suspicions that foul play was afoot as firstly i can’t play saxophone and secondly my relationship with the under priveleged is strained at the best of times. I decided that my best course of action was to find out who had signed me up and then concentrate on either cancelling the show or learning to play the saxophone, both of which would be tricky at such short notice.

My first port of call was “Hairy” Harry Legge, the janitor and the eyes and ears of the community centre. Deaf as a bat and blind as a post but he knew what made that place tick. He went on holiday once in the mid eighties and the building exploded. Some say it was because Harry wasn’t there to look after it but the official report suggested that he’d left the gas on.

When I explained my problem to him Harry looked terribly confused and pointed out that i had actually booked the hall myself the previous afternoon. He showed me the signature on the booking form and it certainly did look like my handwriting but i couldn’t remember being there yesterday afternoon. I went back inside my mind and retraced my steps. i scratched my head as i thought and noticed something unusual. I was wearing a beany hat. Then it hit me. What an idiot. Courtney Pine had been round at my house yesterday morning and i had promised to swap jobs with him for a day for comic relief. I’ll have the last laugh though. Courtney doesn’t know that I’ve just started a new job as a shepherd. He hates sheep!!!

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