I remember being at a funeral - well, it was a removal in O'Connor's the night before the funeral rather than the actual mass cos I wanted to show the face but didn't want it cutting into my Football Focus watching time.
Anyway - stood next to me at said removal were Bernard Allen and Noel O'Flynn.
Bernard Allen turned to me and said "Are you {my grandfather's name}, son?"
"No" I said "I'm his grandson"
"Ah! A great neighbour of mine!" said Bernard Allen. "I saw him in Hank's or the Templeacre a few weeks ago. Still loves a pint doesn't he."
"Not really" said I
"Is he on the dry?" asked Bernard
"He's dead. Since 2014." I replied "You shook my hand at his funeral and said you'd miss him terribly"
"Ah... that's right" said Bernard Allen. "Do you... em... do you know Noel O'Flynn?"
I gave Noel a nod but he had a faraway look in his eyes. A thousand yard stare and then some.
"Noel!" hissed Allen and nodded at me.
"Oh. Eh. Sorry" said Noel shaking my hand. "Sorry to hear about your grandfather"
"He died 9 years ago" I said
"And you're only having the funeral now?!" cried Noel
"Noel. NOEL!" Bernard Allen interjected "It's not this chap's grandfather's funeral. It's another funeral."
"Oh... oh right" said Noel "Sorry, I'm just a bit distracted because one of my young fellas..."
Bernard Allen rolled his eyes.
Noel continued "One of my young fellas refused to eat his dinner until I secured the use of the Parochial Hall in Churchfield for one of his meetings. His mother was on at me for a week. Christ, I had enough I just wanted to watch my Minder DVDS in peace."
"Great show, Minder was." interjected Bernard "'Er indoors and all that"
"Ah, yeah. Waterman was class. Didn't like the younger fella, Ray" said Noel.
"What has this got to do with the Parochial Hall?!" I wondered.
"Oh yeah" said Noel "Anyway, Iona basketball club were due to have their practice session in there tonight before the bingo but I got the caretaker to torpedo that. I cannot move the bingo, I don't need death threats - so I told my young fella that his meeting would have to be over by 8."
"Is it a political meeting?" I enquired. "This thing your lad is doing?"
"No, He's big into hip-hop dancing." said Noel with a heavy sigh "And now I'm just after being told that the Iona basketball team are practicing lay-ups in my drive."
You sir, are the resident PROC comedic script writer par excellence!

