Ducktails and Pink Jackets

Me: Why are you all hiding up here? I thought you’d be outside joining in Sunday Songs.

Nell: We would prefer not to, thank you.

Me: Aren’t you singing?

Nell: No. Not anymore.

Me: Really?

Nell: Yes. The singing has changed.

Me: Only a little. You’re bound to get hoarse after a while. Try honey and lemon. It usually helps.

Nell: This has nothing at all to do with tired voices.

Me: What has happened then?

Nell: Have you seen the Welsh Corgi Choir?

Me: Yes. Just now.

Nell: Didn’t you notice what they were wearing?

Me: I did. They’ve all got dear little pink jackets on. They look ever so sweet.

Nell: They’re not sweet. They’re Pink Ladies.

Me: I’m not sure that’s exactly how I would describe them, but fair enough.

Nell: It says it on their jackets. Have a closer look.

Me: I suppose sunglasses aren’t really necessary in February but each to their own.

Nell: What about the smoking?

Me: Well, that is rather worrying and some of them do seem to be a little in your face for the Welsh Corgi Choir.

Nell: Doesn’t any of this ring a bell with you?

Me: No. Should it?

Nell: Do you think ‘Beauty School Dropout’ is a suitable song for a Sunday morning? Might that be a clue?

Me: Hang on a minute. Isn’t it from ‘Grease’.

Nell: Finally, Sherlock Martin solves the case.

Me: We’ve changed musicals.

Nell: We have.

Me: That’s fine with me. I love a bit of ‘Grease’.

Nell: I would suggest you look up in the sky.

Me: The Beefies are wearing leather jackets.

Nell: Yes.

Me: And wigs.

Nell: Ducktails to be exact.

Me: No, their tails are the same.

Nell: It’s a hairstyle from the 1950’s.

Me: Oh yes. Sorry.

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