Bananaphile

Our bananaphiles meanwhile were raising a furor in the newspapers. Why weren’t people eating more bananas? Why weren’t the sick people in the hospitals given bananas to eat instead of questionable eggs and so forth?

Turn page upside down, notice legends on banana cloth wrapping. “Bananaphiles” may have a new collecting interest.

Within the memory of many an old bananaphile are the days of loss-leader sales in chain stores of bananas, three pounds for a dime.

Tarzan’s dead but Jane’s still swinging. Bananaphiles enjoy a wild look at old age.

There are other bona fide bananaphiles in Charlotte — most of the people attending the reception for her show on May 20 enjoying liquid banana surprises had already “gone bananas.”

There are three stages of ripeness. The first is the banana with a touch of green; the second is light yellow; and the third is yellow with dark-brown flecks on it. Most people prefer the first two stages, but bananaphiles know that the brown-flecked is the sweetest.

Of all consumer goods sold from one country to another, only books are expected by their purchasers to bear local prices with a public relationship to those in the countries of origin. No-one who buys a Volkswagen in Australia bothers to learn what the price is in Germany. British bananaphiles do not seek to know the price of their favourite fruit in the Canary Islands.

Older bananaphiles may be interested to know that, inside the pyjamas marked B2 hides someone who resembles Hugh Grant.