A conversation in a pub …
Me: Do you have Erdinger in bottles?
Barperson: Yes, we do.
Me: Thanks.
Barperson: There you go.
Me: Er, that’s alcohol free.
Barperson: Yes.
Me: That’s alcohol free?
Barperson: Yes, it all is.
Me: Do you have the alcohol version?
Barperson: No, they only do non alcoholic.
Me: They mostly do alcoholic beer.
Barperson: Oh, I’ve only ever seen that kind.
Me: Ok, could I have a bottle of Heineken please?
Category Archives: People
Neighbours
My next door neighbour is singing. He does that a lot.
Cats and zombies
On Friday evening, I resumed my duties as a zombie. While I did ache a little after my four hours of chasing people around Gateshead, I’ve not experienced the same level of pain as last year. Saying that, I did two nights last year. And there’s still next weekend to come.
On a different subject, there was a knock at our door yesterday. I answered after checking for obvious signs of Jehovah’s Witnesses or Salespeople. At our door were a man with a little girl. The man asked whether Sandra was home. When I told him that Sandra doesn’t live here, he explained that he’d been entrusted with the safe delivery of his grandaughter to another grandparent. He knew that she lives in one of the cottages in our street, but didn’t know which one. So he’d asked his grandchild to point out the house. The little girl had apparently pointed to the waving cat in our window.
Ed Tudor Pole is walking up your street
A text from my youngest daughter. And he was. I’d imagine he was staying round the corner, after playing at the Tuns last night. It was a good night too, although this was the first pie festival at the Tuns where I was unable to partake of pie-ness. There was one potentially vegan pie, but I didn’t want to chance it. They had plenty of vegetarian pies though, pretty impressive for Gateshead. Anyway, Mr Tudor Pole was very good last night; and a true gentleman.
It may be a grandchild thing (I hope it’s not related to my second in command), but Netflix has recommended a film for me.
Which has nothing to do with Facebook. That I know of.
Related to Facebook, though, is the email I received today. Apparently, I’m having problems getting into my account. Which I would do if I couldn’t remember my email address.
Since I don’t do the Facebook thing, I shouldn’t really be receiving such emails. So, that leaves one of the (unknown number of) people who believe that they own my email address. They may share my name or be in a relationship with someone who does. My money’s on the bloke from Northern Ireland. Or maybe the one from Essex. Either way, I find it hard to comprehend how someone doesn’t know, or communicate to their loved ones, their own email address.
It does my head in.
To boldly go …
James Kirk:
To boldly go where no man has gone before
James Cook:
Farther than any man has … as far as I think it possible for a man to go
Disappointment
For pretty much as long as I’ve lived in this house, I’ve had a theory about the boxed-in lump at the top of one of the bathroom walls; that it had been added to either:
a) as a vent from a bricked-up chimney; or
b) to disguise a reinforcing beam
I’d been hoping that the former was the case, since I could then remove it. But, on making a small hole, I found it’s true purpose. It disguises a rather large, unattractive pipe. So, sadly it must remain in place.
Ice bucket challenge
No, I’ve not been nominated to do the ice bucket challenge. There’d be no point in anyone nominating me because:
1) I don’t use Facebook
2) I wouldn’t do it anyway
3) I don’t like being told to do something
4) I give to other charities
5) of stuff like this
Mildly annoyed
On returning home from a long day at work, I found myself unable to open my front door. It appeared that my second in command (who now potentially faces demotion) had fallen asleep upstairs. Now, that in itself wouldn’t be either unusual or a problem. However, she had left her key in the lock and, I’m assuming, her phone downstairs. After a half hour’s wait outside the house, I relocated to the Tuns. Where I’ve been just over an hour and a half.
While I do have beer, which I usually enjoy, I must concede that my usual patient, calm disposition may be becoming somewhat tarnished.
I do, though, remain positive in the knowledge that my little house is not easy to break into.
Human nature II
I’m currently quite drunk. But I feel a pressing need to say that my second in command and, her niece, Sadie, have been amazing over the past week. You may probably never see this, but, Suzy and Sadie, you’ve been amazing. An example other people can’t reach.