SPOILERS ALERT: If you haven’t read last week’s post, then please go back and read that BEFORE reading this J
“Victor McLaglen?” I said.
“Yes!” our drunken friend said, “Victor McLaglen: the greatest Englishman of all time!”
My wife cast me a look which said “Who the hell is Victor McLaglen???”
I tapped her reassuringly on the arm. I wanted her to believe that everything was under control, even though it was very far from being so. Quite honestly I had no idea who Victor McLaglen was.
I scampered around like a demented idiot in the memory banks of my brain, trying to find the name Victor McLaglen. A footballer??? An explorer??? A singer??? An inventor??? I could hear the clock on that time bomb ticking away. I needed to find out the answer to who the hell Victor McLaglen was!
Then I got it. I almost leapt out of my seat and almost shreaked EUREKA! We were saved!
“He was an actor!” I said. “He played in some of John Wayne’s films.”
Our friend grinned from ear to ear. “You’re all right!” he said. “Victor McLaglen – the greatest Englishman of all time.”
He leaned over the table and shook my hand. “Now I’m going to buy you both a drink…”
It was an hour before we felt it was safe to make our excuses and leave our friend without invoking World War 3.
We walked home in silence. My sister was curled up on the sofa watching a film on TV (not one with Victor McLaglen, I should add!).
“Did you have a nice evening?” she asked.
“No!” my wife and I said in unison.
How about you? Who do you think is/was the greatest Englishman of all time???