Officially More Famous Still
Last night, during the small hours, I went to the back of the house to answer natures call. Whilst there, I became aware of a loud conversation between a group of lads out the back. The car park is sometimes used by passers-by so I didn't think too much of it... until I realised they weren't walking past.
Open the window... Just a tad...
They were standing beside the corpse of my Eunos Cabriolet discussing events leading up to its abandonment. Not just the car either. Informed opinion was exchanged regarding my past. Well this is curious....
Yep, agree with that...
Nope, thats rubbish...
I never did that!....
Oh now really, you're making it up!....
What a strange sensation. It was like switching on the tv and watching a panel of experts reviewing your latest release and elements of your personal life that got into the papers. It seems I'm more famous than I thought.
Pride of Swindon Award
Apparently our local newspaper is now looking for the bestest person in Swindonland. You know the sort of thing. Rescuing puppies from raging inferno's, helping old ladies across motorways, killing dragons, climbing tall towers to kiss princess's, and so on. Does digging a way through fifty or more yards of thick ice on a hillside path count? Please tell me it does. I would like late night revellers to discuss something more meaningful than my fall into poverty.
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