Last Monday evening the Gorse Fox enjoyed dinner in a fine Indian restaurant. An elderly couple sat in a booth. He was evidently a little deaf, she was evidently very patient.
“What do mean they’re from Bangladesh?” he boomed.
“That’s where they come” she explained.
“Where the hell is Bangladesh? There’s no such a place” he responded.
“It’s what used to be East Pakistan” she sighed.
“Oh” he said “you mean West Bengal”. There was a noticeable “Hurrumph” as he settled back to his curry.
The waiter gave a withering look. The Memsahib looked weary. The “colonel” looked as if he came from another world and another time.
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