Wednesday, 14 July 2010
I was sitting on a bench eating a sorbet - a woman, with the belligerent tone of the holiday maker, demanded
BHM: "Where'dja get the ice cream"
Not 'Say Honey' or 'Excuse me' just "Where'dja get the ice cream" [face like a slapped arse]
I, on the other hand, was able to remember my manners [just]
SBW: One block, turn right and it's the fudge store.
BHM: Oh tell me that's a fake accent
SBW: Of course it is ma'am, I just put it on for the tourists
It's the small things that make this life bearable, dear reader.
Keep on keeping on