Johnny Bananas - Flash Fiction (909 Words)
Whenever someone walks into the club and asks for Johnny, it always reminds me of the Pink Floyd song, Have a Cigar. By the way, which one’s Pink? The club is called Johnny Bananas and even as I write this it still sounds better to me in an American accent, as if Johnny Bananas was a New York gangster from the fifties. It sounds ridiculous coming out of the mouths of locals, with their broad Norfolk accents. I’d thought more than once about putting a video on TikTok asking people with different accents across the UK to record themselves saying it, just so I could see which was the funniest. I bet that it would be Brummie or Scouse, but I’d like to hear it, just to be sure. Johnny Bananas isn’t a person. There isn’t even a John on the payroll. The owner is an ex-Para called Rob who opened the club after a mate of his won the lottery. He’s made a point of getting to know all the local veterans and he started the place to give th...