Party on with the village people
Mr Grigg has has a bad day. One of the people he loves most in the world is very ill. He comes home, weary after hours of sitting helplessly next to a hospital bed. This evening, he is due to be main man at the party our fund raising group holds every year to say thank you to all our helpers. He picks himself up, dusts himself off and starts all over again. It is the best tonic ever, and no gin required. As we sit around the hall, wearing sparkly outfits, pens and bingo cards on tables, Mr Grigg walks in with a pair of black, glittery wings strapped to his back, a present that had been set aside for the grand daughter. Tonight, Matthew, he becomes bingo caller for the evening, operating a very noisy toy machine made from plastic. 'On its own...16,' he calls from the stage, much to everyone's confusion. 'Two fat ladies...76.' 'What?' yells Mamma Mia from the back. 'Top of the shop...soixante neuf,' Mr Grig shouts, with a schoolboy grin. The vice-chair...