Walking down the pavement with my head in a book, a man kisses his painted fingernails as I pass. 'You look very elegant', he says in what sounds like a Spanish accent, and he mimics my concentrated expression. On his head, a cloche hat made of felt sits at a jaunty angle. He is wearing a mustard shirt with matching tie and waistcoat. His face is tanned with a layer of foundation, eye-make-up and lipstick (slightly smudged). He is seated at a table outside a pub with a pint of beer and two roses on the bench next to him. He is probably about sixty.
I decide to ask my question. He looks suspicious. 'What's your name?' he asks. I tell him. 'Sit down, Richard', he says, gesturing to the seat opposite him. I do. 'We must speak quietly', he says, leaning in. A younger man approaches to ask us directions to a different pub. 'Excuse me', he says. 'You're excused', says my painted gentleman, 'Go away'. He looks back to me, 'You've got to laugh, Richard', he says. I agree.
He tells me that he is a 'theatre and film-maker extra-ordinaire'. He taps my arm. I say I will Google him when I get home. He looks confused. I explain that I will look him up on the internet. 'Do, Richard, do', he says enthusiastically. I repeat my question. He pauses for effect and taps his nose. 'What do you pay?' I tell him that it is not usually a monetary exchange. 'A phone number?' he suggests. I say that I think a phone number is perhaps too high currency for a middle name. He leans closer to me and whispers an answer. 'It means rosemary', he says.
I thank him and explain that I am late for a teaching appointment and need to be on my way. 'I'm a professor but I don't like teaching', he says. I collect my bag and stand up to leave. 'You look lovely', he says. 'Thank you', I reply. He waves as I continue down the pavement.
(At home, I make good on my promise to Google him and, whilst his extra-ordinary talents are not splattered all over the internet, he did direct a film of 'Hamlet' in 1976 with Helen Mirren as Ophelia and Gertrude and Quentin Crisp as Polonius. The nunnery scene is particularly fine.)
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