J. Donleavy - Schultz

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Schultz, Sigmund Franz, Impresario, producer of flops in London's West End.
A walking or sometimes chauffeur-driven and often boot-propelled disaster area. Which disasters are often indulgently plotted by his aristocratic partners His Amazing Grace Basil Nectarine and the languid Binky. But more frequently caused by Schultz's desperate need to seduce as many beautiful women as is humanly possible and then more.
Meanwhile fighting furiously in the battle for bachelordom and in an unquenchable quest for the soothing balm of box-office riches embellished by a beautiful woman who will sock him in the spiritual solar-plexus…

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“O my goodness gentlemen. O dear me. But I do think there may be some misunderstanding here. Upon my word, it’s the well known impresario, Mr. Sigmund Franz Schultz. I simply did not recognise him in his floored horizontal position. You must not bring him to the tower for execution as he is, I fear, a very special guest and an acquaintance of some duration of Lord Nectarine’s.”

“Boy, Binky thanks a lot, you really know how to ruin friends and influence people, don’t you.”

Faces flushed and ties askew. Schultz sticking his foot back into his one shoe as security men with a litany of murmured apologies brushed and patted him and went searching for the other of his missing footwear. Binky, a hand on his strained stomach muscles now making a space for Schultz through the newly collected circle of interested folk. Pushing past a moustachioed eagle nosed chap with the conspicuously low rank of major who not only was assuming an instant vigilante posture but who also cleared his throat to loudly boom.

“A good bang with the broadside of a sword across the backside is what some of these wretched wogs need these days.”

“Ah Schultz, did you hear that. What on earth are we going to do with you. First nearly causing an international incident stumbling out at passing royalty in the Abbey. And now dear me here you are tail coat in tatters, shoe missing, with hysterical security men thinking you a terrorist assassin. One even overheard a thoroughly alarmed relative of the bride ask if you were related to the groom.”

“Christ Binky, I went the fuck out my door this morning to this wedding with a song in my heart.”

“When in fact Schultz as his Royal Grace might say, you should have gone out with a built in steel jock strap over your balls.”

“It’s all the result of what that bitch you made me visit in the hospital did to me, ripping up all my mail, my photographs, my invitations. So now I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing. Jesus don’t they have any drink here.”

“Schultz, can’t you hear. Champagne corks going off like shotguns at the shoot. Ah waiter. Allow us to lighten your tray.”

“And you fucker. I saw you when you saw me when I was down. Look at this carnation you gave me. Everytime someone sees it I get suddenly jumped on by secret police.”

“Ah Schultz perhaps the hue is a little dark. But we do love you. We really do. You must never, even in your own most worst stricken abyss, think that we don’t. You’re the only man I know who can reduce dull reality to the sublimely ridiculous in a trice. One understands now why you’re sent Royal invitations to the palace.”

“For the confidence bolstering thanks a lot Binky. Boy do I need this drink. But before all this violence, the solemnity of that whole church ceremony really got me. No shit. I was nearly in tears. A nice guy like his Lordship tied up for life. Thank God I’m still married to the theatre. And nothing else.”

“And dear Schultz although you do sometimes sound like a colonel in a dud regiment, one does so admire your resolve and especially the way you so easily combine your social, emotional and theatrical activities.”

“Activities. You mean tragedies. Jesus where’s his Lordship so I can say something nice to him.”

“His Royal Grace, poor old devil, is at this very moment being attended upon in an ante room by a bevy of specialist chaps.”

“Holy shit he’s not clapped up or something.”

“And well you might Schultz, think such a dire thought. But an impacted molar is I believe the difficulty. And some little trouble in the trachea. One does I suppose so hate to see him sail off into what may be sometimes questionably referred to as wedded bliss. But then such disruptive things do befall one in life. Nevertheless let me propose a toast Schultz. To that stunningly inspired batsman and bowler, one of Oxford’s and England’s most revered cricketers, that dear dear old skin, his Amazing Grace Master of Foxhounds.”

“Sure, to his Lordship.”

“And Schultz to you. To finding your other shoe. And to victory. Both in showbizz and in matrimony.”

“Holy shit leave the matrimony out will you.”

Schultz downing two glasses of champagne one after the other, and watching over the rim of his tilted glass the dazzlingly handsome grey swallow tailed figure of Binky now followed by several ladies’ eyes as well as those of a rather slack wristed gaitered clergyman, as he strode away out across the polished parquet under the gilt and multi hued ceilings of this vast room. His quietly pleasant countenance smiling. His assuring fingers firmly shaking the outstretched hands. His lips dispensing his softly spoken whimsicalities, as he passed leaving these loud haughty echoing voices in his wake. Admirals, Bishops and holy cow his Excellency the Ambassador from across the street. Who’s got one of his Lordship’s gorgeous married sisters in deep conversation. And what perfume is this at my shoulder. And christ this orange fabric of real raw silk.

“Your shoe sir.”

“O hey gee thanks.”

“I hope you will forgive my amusement but you know you did really give a rather good account of yourself.”

“I rather to hell I didn’t if you want to rather know the truth. But if someone like you turns up with my shoe, holy christ, I wouldn’t mind losing both feet.”

“You’re much too flattering sir. But from your expression standing here alone just now, one would have thought the whole world had fallen in on you.”

“Do I look that bad.”

“Well perhaps not quite that bad.”

Schultz bending to tie his shoelace. And at the same time taking an eye straining gander at this creature’s splendid gaskins.

“Hey who are you.”

“I’m Basil’s sister.”

“What another sister. I thought I met all his Lordship’s sisters.”

“I’m the sister about whom little is said.”

“Well let me tell you straight off the bat I’d say plenty about you. You’re absolutely gorgeous. What’s your telephone number.”

“Mr. Schultz, you are rather quick off the mark.”

“Sure I am, where have you been all my life.”

“Well for the last awfully dull six months I’ve been sitting lonely abandoned in Monte Carlo watching the yachts come and go.”

“Well Jesus honey, thank god you got back. I got to have your phone number.”

“Are you Mr. Schultz meaning to have me over to that notorious town house of yours. Where ladies are seen by dawn’s early light running for their lives out the door.”

“Hey who said that. Notorious. Not a thing happens there. Hey don’t go. I’m in love with you.”

“Ha ha, I must Mr. Schultz, ha ha. I must.”

“Hey I beg of you give me your phone number.”

“Ha Ha, Mr. Schultz, ha ha.”

Schultz watching her silken shimmering hair, her small waist swelling to splendid hips, as this aloof twinkling eyed lady departed. And suddenly feeling a hearty lung contusing clap on the back. Schultz’s mouthful of champagne sputtering out over the floor as the rotund figure of his ever present neighbour the Ambassador parked elbow close, his ebony face ablaze in his usual smile.

“Ah my dear gladiator. I see you have successfully once more weathered yet another contretemps.”

“Holy mackerel it’s you Your Excellency. Yeah I weathered it by a shoe and a whisker.”

“And where is your so so beautiful companion today. Ah but then while I am with one of Lord Nectarine’s divine sisters, I see you were with another, the so marvellously elegantly curvaceous Lady Lullabyebaby.”

“Jesus Your Excellency do you know her phone number.”

“My dear boy, she is married, mistress of a great estate, you must play fair and not touch.”

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