`I've got a nice wife, too!'
On another occasion I came out of the Daily Express office and saw a taxi with its door open and Brendan inside, obviously drunk. The reporter he was with was coming into the office and I asked him what he was doing with Behan. 'I'm taking him along to the theatre,' he said, 'in case he does anything again.' This was a day or so after the time when he had started carrying on in the theatre where The Hostage (I think) was being performed. Behan was news, especially Behan drunk. 'You can't do a thing like that,' I said. 'If we don't, the Daily Mail will,' the reporter, accurately enough, replied. The reporter was a decent man, and we did a deal. I taking Behan home having guaranteed that the Mail wouldn't get hold of him.
Much later my wife persuaded him to go to bed. 'Let's have a last drink.' he said. She gave him some cold weak tea that looked the -part. He drank it. although some of it missed his mouth. 'Oh that was lovely, me darling,' he said. 'Are you really George's wife? I've got a nice wife too!'
So, in Beatrice, he had.
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