Bunce, the Bobby and the Broads

Imagining a holiday postcard message penned by the author … My Dear Listeners Ended up having a great 10 days up here on the Norfolk Broads, even after everyone in the original party called off at the last minute! Met up with Mr Bradley, a splendid chap (who is also an East End London policeman and is thus the ‘Bobby’ of this tale) who joined me on ‘The Shamrock’, a small lug-sail boat that I’d hired to cruise around the Broads. Pleased to report that my friend Bunce rolled up the following evening whilst the ‘Bobby’ & I were in the middle of a boozy singsong session with the locals at the village inn. After Bunce met my new acquaintance he seemed to get it into his easily-impressed fat head that the ‘Bobby’ was a high-ranking diplomat working for the Foreign Office! Well… Who were we to disabuse him of his irrational ‘class envy’ and we just had to string him along! It would have been rude not to! So, did Bunce find out the truth about the ‘Bobby’? Did we really have ‘pony’ bangers for breakfast? Was Bunce’s ‘bloatered’ bag the source of an overpowering smell in the railway carriage? And did we manage to prevent the entire holiday from descending into a complete and utter farce? There is so much to tell – and so little space left to write of it! So, why not wind up your old gramophone, bung on the attached recordings and listen to the entire yarn in the comfort of your own front parlour? With Best Wishes from the Norfolk Broads – FZ … then imagine that holiday message cribbed and used as a summary by TND! - Summary by TND