There is a line in a song that goes “Too much lovin’ drives a boy insane.” Great song by a great pop combo. Their name escapes me.
Too much tea drove me to the toilet.
I stumbled down the carriage, knocking into other passengers. I finally accepted that Olympic Gold on The Beam was folly.
I reached the toilet and opened the door.
He was sitting there. Trousers around his ankles. On his right knee was a tattoo of The Queen. On his left knee an inky effigy of Prince Phillip. A staunch Monarchist. Not to be messed with.
A newspaper was on his lap. I thanked my lucky stars that The Daily Telegraph is still a broadsheet.
“Sorry,” I said.
“Not at all,” he replied, “Actually, while you are here, could you help me with this clue?Two words, Seven and Five – an Ogre’s repast.”
“Monster Munch?” I replied.
“Great!” he said, “But that means that Aubergine can’t be correct.” He frowned.
I left him to ponder this conundrum and walked to the next cubicle, again knocking into people. The cubicle was empty. I made sure the door was locked before I did me business.
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I believe you may have met my Father!
Is it this song, perchance:
Your Dad has a talent for lip synching – The Killer lives!
Oh my …. and I wonder what sparked this post.
A man, a piano and a whole lotta shakin’ (plus my need for a pee on a train)
No, no. It wasn’t The Northern Plights’ dad. It was my dad! So funny.
Brilliant!
funny with a tint of embarrassement – you English like these spheres I tend to assume … good writing!
Do you know the University of Sussex is throwing a big way First Fiction Festival end of Jan 2012? All sorts of authors, publishers, academics etc. with a large platform for wannabes plus workshops.
On an other note: thank you so much for your last comment – you are my friend forever … 🙂
Thanks Eliza – I will check out Sussex – It’s good to have friends!
I’ll let you know once it is oublic and official … it’s good to have friends … 🙂
An enlightening look into the daily life of the back-fighting Ginger.
And don’t give up your dreams. Olympic gold can be yours!
Thanks – If only the beam were four feet wide i may have a chance, not withstanding the strain I would put a leotard under.
I love your posts as they have that wry bit of humor tucked in there… 😉
Have a Happy Thanksgiving weekend! 🙂
Thanks very much! Enjoy your holiday – I sound a little like a Pilgrim Father and also share a love of hats with buckles on them. But not a great lover of Turkey.
NO! It was MY Dad, and NO ONE argues with my Dad ’cause my Dad is bigger than your Dad.
~The Dippylomat esq.
My Dad is 6 foot 4 inches in his socks.
My Dad is 6′ 4″ in his verruca socks, which are technically, TECHNICALLY thinner than cotton socks!
I WIN.
~The Dippylomat esq.
You have me there sir!
Well done, you crazy ginger, you!
Thanks!