Jimmy, guess who died yesterday.
I’ve no idea.
Go on, guess.
Give us a clue.
All right. He was very old.
Very old?
A hundred and five.
Er, Bernie Hayes, the jazz guitarist.
No.
Sugar Ray Thompson, the boxer.
No, he’s only eighty-eight.
Greg Mitchell, the film producer.
No, he died four or five years ago.
Did he?
Yes.
I didn’t know that.
Go on.
I give up.
Go on. guess.
I can’t. I give up. Who?
George Fitzwilliam Beaumont-Clark.
Who?
George Fitzwilliam Beaumont-Clark.
Who was he?
Guess.
I can’t. I don’t wanna keep playing your silly guessing games.
Go on. Just for a laugh.
Er, an actor.
No.
A wrestler?
What, with a name like that?
An industrialist?
No.
I give up then.
No idea at all?
No idea at all.
Shame on you.
Well, who was he then?
George Fitzwilliam Beaumont-Clark was the last living white man.
Oh, I thought he’d have been someone important with a grand sounding name like that.
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