So I want to warn you, laddie
Though I know you're perfectly swell
That my heart belongs to Daddy
'cause my Daddy, he treats it so well.
- Cole Porter, 'My Heart Belongs to Daddy' (1939)
Fine Finnan Haddie
You've been staring at my wife, sir.
No, don't be embarrassed. She'd be flattered if she knew, and Lord knows I didn't marry her thinking that she was a homebody. My Pam, minute we came on board, she's been kicking up her heels all night, then sleeping all through the day, refusing to even take a peek on deck. Her brother is just the same.
That's him with her over there, doing the foxtrot. Make the rest of us look like porpoises with two left feet, am I right? Or should that be flippers? Don't go paying me any attention, it's the whiskey talking.
John Wallace. Pleased to meet you.
Boston? Well, how about it, so am I! We're on our way home from Edinburgh. My wife's folks are from there, you see. That's in Scotland.
Look, if you like, come join us in our cabin a little later for a bite. Looks like the dance floor's winding down for a bit, and Pam and Eric, they're just dying to meet new people.
THE END
25 August 2009