B. Monkey Page #2

Well I'm sorry Frank

I'm not available

I'm working now.

Oh come on, Monkey,you

owe me one. Sit down.

My name is Beatrice and I'm not available.

I've retired.

What are you gonna tell your

poor Mama mia in old Italia?

What's she gonna do for money?

I'm sorry I have to go.

Goodbye, Frank.

Hello?

Paul? It's me.

I've just seen Frank.

I thought you were all finished

with Frank now.

We talked about it darling

You decided yourself.

He wants his half of the deal.

He's serious Paul.

Listen I don't have it darling.

I mean he can do

whatever he likes to me.

But it's not going to magically appear

all by itself is it?

Paul he'll kill you.

You might not give a f*** about yourself

but I do OK?

Give him his money come on.

Do you really care about me Bea?

Of course I do.

Aw!

That's all that really matters isn't it?

Have you seen a guy in here earlier

waiting alone?

Ah yeah the sad sack with the

bunch of flowers. He's gone.

The creation of the Quintet was an

accident like so many things are with jazz.

The eh ..Stephane was visiting Django in

his dressing room, the Claridge.

As Django was warming up

to go on stage.

Stephane casually decided

to improvise chords with him

and thus was

born the Quintet.

Hear them now as they cover a

Hudson-Mills-DeLange tune.

Souvenirs

Stephane Grappelli with

the Hot Club in Paris.

An unlikely couple. A violinist

and a three fingered guitarist.

Some say love is like a violin.

Sadly I learned the trumpet and

I've only been to Paris on a school trip

But if I could play like that

I know who I'd be playing for.

And I know what I'd be playing.

This one is dedicated to a girl

I saw in the pub.

And it goes out to all of you

who met the love of your life sometime

somewhere, once in a street.

Billets Doux

Beautiful!

Beatrice.

What?

My Name. Beatrice.

The way the English say it, it

sounds like a f***ing vegetable.

In Italian it's Beatrice...

Bea...Beatrice?

Beatrice!

Beatrice

Beatrice

Beatrice!

So where are we going?

You're taking me home Alan.

I never thought I'd go out with

a teacher.

I never though that I'd

go out with....

Who?

With you.

Listen if you knew about me

you'd throw yourself out of the taxi.

Yeah? Try me.

No tell me some stuff about you.

I teach Primary 3.

My family's very disappointed.

They hoped I'd do better.

Yeah? Like what? Primary 4?

You want to come up?

Because you can't.

OK?

Yeah.

Tomorrow you can take me to dinner.

Be here at eight!

Life Goes On And On

What's that?

A tattoo.

Wow! That's a monkey.

That used to be my name.

B. Monkey.

Once upon a time you could read "B. Monkey"

on every tube station.

Except the Northern

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