Mr Benin...

It was another ordinary day in Festive Road. Boys played with footballs, while their mothers brought home the shopping. Number 52 is Mr Benin's house. Mr Benin was nowhere in sight. He was in the back garden talking to his neighbour. "Why is it" asked the neighbour "that your grass always looks greener the mine?""That's strange" said Mr Benin "I always think that your grass looks greener than mine" and they both laughed.

Mr Benin soon appeared at his front door wearing his hat and coat, and shortly after he was walking in the park. Silently gliding along to a jaunty little musical track. Mr Benin sat on a park bench and looked around. He saw a boy heading a ball, which bounced SO high it seemed to be reaching the clouds. 'I wonder if the ball would go above the clouds if it was headed hard enough' thought Mr Benin. It would be interesting to be able to head a ball above the clouds thought Mr Benin as he sat pensively on the bench. Mr Benin suddenly tingled with excitement. He remembered the costume shop where adventures could start, and in almost no time he was in the lane of the special shop. For once, he hardly paused, and went straight in.

As if by magic.... the shopkeeper appeared (ting). "Good morning Sir" he said, "I do believe you have made your mind up already". "Yes please" said Mr Benin "I would like to try the football outfit". "You know the way Sir" said the shopkeeper, and they both looked toward the door of the changing room, where Mr Benin would try on the outfit. Mr Benin was soon in the changing room and took off his clothes and put on the outfit. He looked at himself in the mirror. And then he looked for the other door. The door that always led to adventures.

Mr Benin did not hesitate, he walked straight throughth door, and found himself... On the bench at Cardiff City Stadium. In the dug out was a friendly Scottish manager called Mr Mackay. Mr Mackay said "Hello, are you ready to play football". "Yes" said Mr Benin excitedly. So Mr Mackay said something gruff to an official and Mr Benin ran up and down and up and down the line. Unfortunately Mr Beinin fell over and hurt himself quite badly. Whilst he was on the floor another footballer accidently kicked the ball hard at Mr Benin's head. It ricocheted quickly over the bar, and up, up high above the clouds. Mr Mackay held his head in his hands.


Suddenly, as if by magic, Jeff Hem appeared and said kindly "I understand the sentiment in trying to maximise your limited gangly talent by pogoing aimlessly in the box. And the fact that the ball ricocheted off your head up, up, up into the clouds is as good a result as you could have hoped for, even if you had intended to nod it in with finesse in an eyes shut fashion which you so obviously employ". "You're not very good are you?" said Mr Hem. Mr Benin picked up a cheap polyester red scarf that had been thrown at him, and tucked it under his footballers outfit top. Just to remind him.

Quality story-telling, VT.....I can visualise the David McKee illustrations. I wish this was still on the telly, I'd still watch it!

I don't think I've ever taken LSD, but having read that, perhaps I did for lunch

Worth a spot of flair

The Tonker wrote:
Quality story-telling, VT.....I can visualise the David McKee illustrations. I wish this was still on the telly, I'd still watch it!

Ray Brooks narration was so calming..... takes me back to my childhood instantaneously

Good bit of work trash - how old is mr Benin out of interest?

He's got to be late forties... but he's been to the moon, been a knight and crossed safely with dinosaurs FFS

Rhys wrote:Good bit of work trash - how old is mr Benin out of interest?

...about 25, but he does have 3 passports!