There was Hukum Chand’s colleague Prem Singh who went back to fetch his wife’s jewellery from Lahore. He made his tryst at Feletti’s Hotel where European sahibs used to flirt with each other’s wives. It is next door to the Punjab Assembly building where Pakistani parliamentarians talked democracy and made laws. Prem Singh whiled away time drinking beer and offering it to the Englishmen staying in the hotel. Over the privet hedge a dozen heads with fez caps and Pathan turbans waited for him. He drank more beer and forced it on his English friends and on the orchestra. His dates across the hedge waited patiently. The Englishmen drank a lot of beer and whisky and said Prem Singh was a grand chap. But it was late for dinner so they said, ‘Good night Mr . . . Did not catch your name. Yes, of course, Mr Singh. Thank you very much, Mr Singh. See you again.’ . . . ‘Nice old Wog. Can hold his drink too,’ they said in the dining room. Even the orchestra had more beer than ever before. ‘What would you like us to play, sir?’ asked Mendoza the Goan band leader. ‘It is rather late and we must close down now.’ Prem Singh did not know the name of any European piece of music. He thought hard. He remembered one of the Englishmen had asked for something which sounded like ‘bananas’. ‘Bananas,’ said Prem Singh. ‘“We’ll Have No Bananas Today.” Yes, sir.’ Mendoza, McMello, DeSilva, DeSaram and Gomes strummed ‘Bananas’. Prem Singh walked across the lawn to the gate. His dates also moved along to the hedge gate. The band saw Prem Singh leave so they switched onto ‘God Save the King’.