This week’s words: Quarrel Man Singing in Bedlam (Being completely barmy/insane, but being happy with it.) Rotten Sheen Whitewash Scramble Price Narrow Visible Smatter Masquerade
It was the man standing on the street corner singing in Bedlam as we’d say that caused the quarrel. It could have been he was singing off key, it could have been he was singing the wrong words but whatever it was it was also his happy go lucky attitude that no doubt rubbed people the wrong way.
He didn’t care, his singing was terrible but that is not to whitewash over the incident as there is so often a narrow line between what one man considers good and another horrendous.
With the quarrel escalating, the sheen had obviously been taken from his performance and what followed was nothing short of a rotten exchange between the two protagonists.
Being visible to every passer by people began to scramble for position to get the best view for on a sleepy Thursday afternoon what could be better than a full on stoush, accompanied by a smattering of expletives.
The singing in Bedlam man now feeling crushed by the attack on his abilities masqueraded an air of hurt and upset that his honest and happy singing had been so offensive to this particular passer-by.
Such was the onslaught that the price he paid would haunt him for some time. Not a man to quarrel, he gradually slunk away, his tail between his legs as his attacker regaled everyone around him of the need to keep such singing in Bedlam in the place it deserved to be, in Bedlam.