Not a reliable witness
“I know that man!”
I glanced across at the next table in the Blue Anchor.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Bearing in mind that yesterday you claimed to remember being taken to Cosmeston Lakes with your parents (and Cosmeston was still a quarry until 1970), you’ll forgive me for not accept everything you say as being gospel truth.”
He laughed.
Two minutes later …
“I know that man.”
Meanwhile, my Lifedrive’s latest failure and repeated reluctance to sybchronise with the laptop has irritated me to the point of looking for a reliable (and more pocket-friendly) PDA. I don’t actually need much - barely scratched the AV capabilities of the LifeDrive - and don’t want to spend too much on another replacement. Anyone got any sensible suggestions?
Finally, here are some snaps from yesterday.
Nice hat, eh?
November 6th, 2006 at 9:43 am
Reminded me of meeting old neighbours a while back, and he said “You’ve upset my Dad (aged 90) you know”.
“How So?”, I enquired. “He says you walked straight past him in a restaurant without saying a word”. “Really, where was this?”. “Sydney, Australia”.
Love my Nokia 9300i with proper usable keyboard, wifi, bluetooth, infra red and tea making facilities.
Lionel: A little dearer than I’d planned to spend, Murphy, but it’s an thought.
November 8th, 2006 at 3:42 pm
I bashed my head on the lintel of one of the door’s at the Blue Anchor many moons ago. Amazing how the brain’s capacity to retain sensible information about correlation or lack of same between own and door frame goes down with consumption of fine ale. Great headline though, “blood on the lintel, Brains on the floor”
Lionel: Huwge!!! Duw, it’s been a while, bach.
November 8th, 2006 at 9:27 pm
Let’s see whether I can do better than the last attempted revival