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Dear Mrs Lipman,
Going back around 6 or 7 years ago now I was doing numerous
jobs through an agency, one night I got work as one of the security team at the Duchess Theatre in Westminster, where
you were starring in a show. I'm not sure to this day why I was put forward for
security because I'm about as intimidating as a bowl of fruit, but luckily once
we had got everyone to their seats it was a right doss and I managed to watch quite a bit of
the play. You of course were the star of the show and put in a sterling
performance, not that I remember what it was called or what it was about but
let’s just say you did.
Anyway at the end of the night I was asked to man the door
in which you and the other actors and actresses were leaving from. The boss of
the security team said to me I must turn the radio on my walkie talkie right
down when you were walking past, unfortunately I forgot about this instruction
and left my radio turned up to the maximum and as you came past to leave, a
conversation was taking place on the radio really loudly and I struggled to
turn it down quickly. All credit to you though Maureen (Don’t mind if I call
you Maureen do you?) you didn't let it bother you and you smiled and said
goodbye, which is testament to the woman you are so I thank you for that.
Actually wait a minute I don’t ever remember getting paid
for that night’s work so did you grass me up Maureen or what? Just tell me the
truth I won’t get mad about it I just want you to be honest, we’re both adults
here!
I look forward to hearing from you.
O. Trout
(Head of security Godalming Bridge Club)
