David and Margaret

Le Bon David was annoyed. What was Belle et Bonne thinking of? And who was going to write the review, him or Margaret?

They met at the Excess tent. Margaret was wearing long shorts and a tee shirt covered in badges.

Hello Margaret. You look colourful, said David.

Thank you David, said Margaret. These are my badges.

Very nice, said David, wishing he had worn badges as well.

They stood in the queue alongside the tent. It was humid and muggy, and just getting dark. Mosquitoes were hovering hopefully.

Half an hour later the queue began to move.

The show was called Doc Faustus. It was a parody mashup of Goethe's Faust set in the American Wild West. David laughed a lot. Margaret hardly laughed at all.

It was over. The audience poured out of the tent.

David bought drinks and Margaret found two empty beanbags under a dimly lit tree.

That was hilarious! said David. What did you think?

Hilarious! Hardly, said Margaret. It was not intellectual. I was expecting something quite different. And I was surprised at YOU! I can't believe you laughed when the man in the stars and stripes g-string made love to the cardboard John Wayne. And as for the racist jokes....

You have no sense of humour, said David. They were funny.

No they weren't, said Margaret. They were juvenile.

Then we disagree, said David. We can hardly collaborate on a review.