Sundays with Jack Higgins

Every Sunday morning Jack would be picked up from his cottage by a villager to play dominoes in The Green man. He never drove, it was beneath him. He played like a West Indian, loudly with dominoes slammed down and opponents subject to his so called wit. He would sulk outrageously if he lost, and it was never his fault. He could boast for England, and talked to the room. His main topic was his lunch, usually the best cut of Scottish salmon or a rare duck never before seen in the U.K., accompanied by home made sauces, followed by pudding and the best Napoleon Brandy. The wine was of course expensive and shipped in especially for him by Stowells of Chelsea.
All village pubs need characters, and he has as yet to be replaced.
R.I.P. Jack