The Strange Case of Boy George and the Dentures

With hours and hours of flexitime built up (and to be used by Monday), I took a half day. As my cousin, Janet, was doing rehearsals for a new play in town, we agreed to meet for lunch. It was at lunch I learnt the following curious fact: my aunt, Janet's mother, had recently sung a duet with Boy George. This is curious for many reasons including:

a.) She can't sing,

b.) Actually there's no need for a., b., c., d., etc., the idea is just preposterous!

And they sang 'Kevin Barry', which I can't recall right now, but not quite a Boy George song.

After lunch, I went for my ticket for 'Waitress' (I'm in the cinema now), and then for a coffee. In the cafe, or rather outside it, I saw a girl I went to college with and with whom I once went out on a date. After the guy she was talking with left, she remained, so I joined her. She is a lovely girl; attractive, intelligent, sweet. But it wasn't long before I remembered why I never asked her out a second time; talking to her is like pulling teeth, though not nearly as much fun. I made my case for dentures and moved on.