Chris took the car to the station early this morning. He's working in London over the next few days .
I worked past midnight at SAMs so couldn't be arsed getting up to take him, subsequently I had to catch the bus down to down to collect the trusty Berlingo.
If there are people from the village on the bus, then the fifteen minute journey to town can be rather jolly, but more often than not a rather loud rough looking woman from somewhere " up country" holds court at the front of the bus where she talks loudly to the scouse bus driver.
Today we had to endure a somewhat robust blow by blow critique of various video nasties from Sky tv's horror channel and so when we finally got to Prestatyn , I had to take myself to the quiet order of Marks & Spencer 's food Hall to gather my thoughts.
Relatively speaking , the food hall is a little oasis of calm and class.......especially when you have just suffered a somewhat flamboyant review of something called Baby Blood and I was just searching the " cooked meats" for a reduced price scotch egg bargain when I spied a rather chunky guy slowly jogging down the aisle to where his wife was busy gazing at the raspberry trifles.. She looked up and frowned and her theatrically waspish comment that followed had me chuckling
" Don't Run Kevin !" She hissed " your man boobs look like space hoppers!"
Long time lurker here but I've just got to comment today, you have just made an old dear cry with laughter. Thank you
ReplyDeleteThat's hilarious, John. Real life is always funnier than fiction. I feel the same way about M&S food dept. I always feel calm and happy browsing around looking at all the lovely goodies. By the way, my husband thinks Sainsbury's scotch eggs are the best one's he's tasted. I did buy him a couple from M&S once and he said they weren't as good.
ReplyDeleteI enjoy reading about all the funny goings on in your village.
Carol
moobs!
ReplyDeletethe scotch egg should be known as a breakfast food. it has egg, sausage and bread...? Breakfast.
on another note. I did try one of the ones from M&S that had the soft yolk. didn't like it. had to bin it. I would call it gelatinous. yuk!
I placed two 'soft yolk' Scotch Eggs from M&S in my basket last Friday. Then I thought 'No, I'm turning into John Gray' and I put them back. Rather glad I did. I do prefer home made, I just can't be a***d to make them.
DeleteSo funny!
ReplyDeleteGoodness... what a great laugh this morning !
ReplyDeleteAnd I would love a Scotched Egg this morning, yum !
cheers, parsnip
Hahaha! Moobs!
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. Did she see you chuckling?
ReplyDeleteI bet he felt great then.
ReplyDeleteA beach holiday is probably not on his bucket list.
ReplyDeleteM&S...the store detectives always follow me , but they do the best cookies
ReplyDeletePoor man. Maybe he is partially deaf?
ReplyDeleteOh dear, then when Chris comes home, you'll get the "come and get me" call. I'v always disliked that call...
ReplyDeleteThe passengers on my buses are always very restrained and inoffensive. Plenty of man boobs round these parts though. But the owners draw a line at showing them off in lacy bras.
ReplyDeleteYou mean there's room to run in M&S food? The Enfield branch is always a nightmare, even when they're not got the reductions trolley on the move.
ReplyDeleteHaving just returned from the Malvern Autumn show, I have eight different kinds of Scotch egg, courtesy of the Real Scotch Egg Company, in the fridge.
With that and my usual modest haul of cheese (just the seven different kinds), packed lunches are sorted for the next week and a bit.
The RSEC are just up the road from me :) The Nest (their new shop) is 1 mile away :) Mmm.
DeleteWell at least she was thinking of him.
ReplyDeleteI think it was a private joke.... Both were laughing
DeleteWell, that casts it in a different light :)
DeleteAlthough, I think it would make me smile no matter what!
Oh, I thought you were talking about 'a bit of rough' whilst Chris was away. Maybe you were...?
ReplyDeleteJogging for a raspberry trifle? You'll be jogging for a scotch egg next.
ReplyDelete"up country" haha
ReplyDeleteGosh, for that I'd tell her we couldn't afford a trifle!
ReplyDeletea) I had to look it up;
ReplyDeleteb) what a perfect analogy.
X has quite the man boobs. My boobs look great on me. His boobs, of a similar size, not so great on he.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Janie
Was just about to comment on the comments but am full of some sort of virus ( the woman I was working last night at SAMS had it) so am off to bed at this ungodly hour of 8.40 pm
ReplyDeleteGet better soon. And I love that both parties were laughing - it makes me feel better about the exchange.
ReplyDeleteInteresting getting to see and experience two women from different backgrounds speaking the 'same language' and demanding/needing attention from whoever is available.More in common than one would imagine.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, poor Kevin. I watched Lorraine Pascal making scotch eggs on the telly last night. I hadn't seen her before, she is gorgeous. And the scotch eggs looked pretty good too.
ReplyDeleteHope you're feeling better.
ReplyDeleteOh no! Not the dreaded MOOBS!
ReplyDeleteYou have the most interesting experiences. Maybe I don't get out enough.
ReplyDeleteGlad you mentioned virus, John. I find myself unable to comment on a post about, ulitmately, man boobs.
ReplyDeleteSo, hydrate, medicate for the fever, etc. You know the drill.
Oh, in '01 i 'discovered' the NYC subway system, my daugher learned it in the day and tutored me. I got around so much better, faster, than cabs. I loved the trains in England, had a lovely trip from Liverpool to London.
U would hate them now mike, believe me
DeleteFeel better soon, John.
ReplyDeleteAre you making that up ?nothing like that ever happens in this part of the world.Get better soon .
ReplyDeleteGet well soon! xx
ReplyDeleteMarks and Spencer food halls are Amandas nirvana. We always spend too much on stuff we don't need, but enjoy anyway.
ReplyDeleteHA! Now that's entertainment! :)
ReplyDeleteTake care of yourself. Here no one talks on public transit, unless they are tourists. I sometimes wish people were more social.
ReplyDeleteWhat did Kevin's wife's boobs look like? Two scotch eggs with a pair of raspberries on top?
ReplyDeleteAlas, poor Kevin...
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