A match made in heaven

We invited some close friends and their children for Christmas one year.

The children in question were grown up but we didn’t tell our other guests, who came bearing gifts of a Barbie for Lucy (aged 32) and a tin of slime for James (30). Hey ho, both were thrilled and the slime actually received our best-xmas-present-of-the-year award.

I digress. Anyway, first it was discovered that James had no godparents and Mr McG (or A, as we prefer to call him) no godchildren. Seemed a no-brainer, so we put the two together. It was a match made in heaven.

Second, at SOME point during festivities, A confessed to having always wanted a gimp mask. Yes, it surprised me too. But only a little.

Six months went by, A went to London, met with James’s father, who gave him a package from his new(ish) godson. A put it in his briefcase, went about his business, and only remembered it on his flight home to Switzerland. He stood up, recovered it from his case, sat down again, ripped open the package, and unwrapped...a magnificent black latex gimp mask... just as the drinks trolley arrived.

The stewardess look startled but unfazed. This was business class after all. His neighbour glanced at A, looked down at the mask, then up at him again....and winked.

A, for once lost for words, winked back.

Anyway, that’s how he explained it to me.

I don’t seem to have a photo of it to hand.