Voyage Round My Father's Head #2

See previous post for explanation.

Father: Sid Dene's phoned me.

Daughter: Hello, Dad. How are you?

Father: Sid Dene. Do you remember him?

Daughter: I'm feeling much better, thanks for asking.

Father: Sid used to visit us in Argyll Close.

Daughter: Nope, doesn't ring any bells.

Father: We lived there until you were eight.

Daughter: I remember Argyll Close. I don't remember Sid Dene.

Father: He was my boss at Ashton Baths. Great family man.

Daughter: Are you out of the bath yet?

Father: Big man. Lots of black hair.

Daughter: So, Sid Dene's phoned you. How did he get your number?

Father: You know Bryan Hill?

Daughter (DISAPPROVING): Mmm.

Father: Great womaniser.

Daughter: Always talked to my chest.

Father: What?

Daughter: Nothing.

Father (IRRITATED): I wish you'd speak properly. Your mother mumbles all the time, too.

Daughter: Is this going anywhere, Dad?

Father: I was at Bryan Hill's car showroom once and he had this secretary, Gerry.

Daughter: Yes?

Father: Great looking woman.

Daughter: Can I stop you a moment. You haven't phoned the Bookie's for at least a minute.

Father: Your mother's hidden my mobile.

Daughter: Ahh...

Father: So I asked Bryan if he was going out with Gerry.

Daughter: Was Bryan sleeping in his garage at this point?

Father: What?

Daughter: When his wife wouldn't let the dog into the house? He slept in the garage with the dog for three years?

Father: That was years later. Anyway, Bryan said "I'm not going out with Gerry."

Daughter: And?

Father: He said it three times. "I'm not going out with Gerry."

Daughter: I'm not following this, Dad.

Father: Sid was!

Daughter: Sid was what?

Father: Going out with Gerry. He left his wife and family and moved to Cornwall with her.

Daughter: When was this?

Father: 1975. It's all going in my book.

Daughter: A riveting read.

Father: Bryan Hill saw Sid last year. Very sad.

Daughter: I can see why Sid would find that depressing.

Father: He's very thin and has lost his hair and teeth.

Daughter: That was careless.

Father: Gerry died. (BEAT). She was a great looking woman.

Daughter: Oh dear.

Father: Bryan Hill said Sid smelled. Needed a wash. Looked like a tramp. (BEAT). Sid's emailing me every day now.

Daughter: Oh?

Father: I've invited him to stay.

Daughter: Have you told Mum?

Father (SOUND OF WATER GUSHING FROM A TAP): Got to go, love. I'm meeting my accountant in The Slater's.