Monday, 17 March 2008

Poor bastard

I was wandering around today, looking for a spot of lunch, when I looked across the road and spotted a bloke standing in the garden of a terrace house with a towel wrapped around his waist and a phone pressed to his ear.

I assumed that he had locked himself out of the house somehow, but why would he have taken a phone with him?

It was most bizarre - it was a very busy street.... not the sort of place where you want to stand around all day in a towel.

Hope he hadn't been tossed out by the missus.

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