Fadi: So, I wonder how Carlos got on with his date.
Johnny: His date?
Fadi: Yeah...come on..you remember – he went out with Sarah last night...
Johnny: Oh yeah, sure – they went to a new art gallery, didn’t they?
Fadi: Yeah – that’s right...he was really worried about it.
Johnny: I’m not surprised. Sarah likes all that strange contemporary art.
(door)
Fadi: And here he is to tell us all about it!
Carlos: Hi guys!
Johnny: Hello there! So? How did it go?
Carlos: How did what go?
Fadi: Come on! Your date with Sarah! How was it?
Carlos: Oh, er, well..erm...
Johnny: Oh no...
Fadi: Was it a disaster?
Carlos: Oh, no...erm, not a disaster...
Fadi/Johnny (laughter)
Johnny: Go on...give us details...
Carlos: Well, it was at this new art gallery..
Fadi: Yeah..
Carlos: “Black Box” it was called...
Johnny: Hmmm...sounds more like a nightclub.
Carlos: There were quite a lot of people there, and everyone was really fashionable...
Johnny/Fadi: (laughter)
Carlos: Yeah...everyone was wearing black! I felt really scruffy...
Johnny: Scruffy?
Fadi: Yeah, scruffy – badly dressed...
Johnny: So what was the art like?
Carlos: Art? I didn’t think it was art...there were some tvs showing some pictures of a man walking around an empty room...
Fadi (unconvinced): Great...
Carlos: Then there were some big photographs on the walls...
Johnny: Ok – I like photography...
Carlos: Yeah, me too – but there were all blurred, out of focus – you couldn’t see what they were photographs of...So, I was trying to be interested, you know, to impress Sarah really...
Fadi: Of course...
Johnny: What was Sarah doing?
Carlos: Well, Sarah was talking to another man, so I went up to them. Sarah introduces me, and then he says ‘What do you think?’ and I said, ‘Well, I think the photographs are all out of focus’...
Fadi: Fair enough...
Carlos: But then the man, he gets really angry, and walks off...
Johnny: Oh...
Carlos: And Sarah looks really embarrassed...
Fadi: Why?
Carlos: It turns out, well, this man, he was the artist...
Fadi/Johnny (laughing): Oh no....
Carlos: And they weren’t even photographs...they were paintings, supposed to look like photographs...Sarah explained it all to me, but I didn’t understand anything...I felt so stupid...and Sarah was so embarrassed...
Fadi: Are you going to see her again?
Carlos: Well, I don’t know...I’d like to...I hope so...
Johnny: Ask her out again – but this time, take her somewhere you want to go...
Fadi: Good idea...
Carlos: Where?
Johnny: Take her to a football match – I’ve got tickets for this weekend. You can have them.
Carlos: But I don’t like football.
Fadi: Go on! It’s a great British experience...
Johnny: Yeah...look, I know Sarah – she’ll love it!
Carlos: Er...well, ok then...I’ll ask her...
(door, and crashing noise)
Fadi: Oh no...look who it is!
Johnny: Hey Joe! Where’s Olivia?
(crash)
Bindyu (laughing): Joe! He’s so funny...such a sweet little boy...
(another crash)
Olivia: Joe! Stop that! Sorry everyone...
Bindyu: Don’t worry Olivia – I’ll look after him. He’s so much fun!
Johnny: Did Harry fix your website?
Olivia: He did...
Harry: Of course I did! I’m an expert!
Olivia: Thanks Harry...I owe you a coffee, at least...
Harry: No problem – I’m just glad you’ve made up with Bindyu...
Fadi: Oh yeah? So you’re all friends now?
Harry: Oh yes.
Olivia: She came last night, and looked after my little nephew Joe. They get on together really well!
Johnny: Who’d have thought it?
Olivia: Not me, but there you go...
Johnny: Harry – perhaps you and Bindyu should have children!
