Cornwall. 15th June 2014. 16.55pm – Five minutes before kick off.

Hazel, 94, is sitting on the sofa, chewing emmental and fiddling with her Swiss army knife. Barbara, 96, enters, covered in florescent face paint, whistles around her neck, glow sticks in her hand, ready for a rave.

HAZEL: Afternoon. Not watching the game today?

BARBARA: Dame tu mano

HAZEL: Pardon?

BARBARA: y venga conmigo

HAZEL: Come again?

BARBARA: Vamonos al viaje para
buscarlos sonidos magicos

HAZEL: …

BARBARA: ?DE ECUADOR! Do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do do-

HAZEL: Wha-

BARBARA: ?ECUADOR!

© Carl Burkitt 2014