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This morning I waved Fester off for
his weekend with Haymarket
(aka aged rapper dancers
let's-get-together-without-it-being-a-funeral group).
I organised his hotel and
yesterday 'we' googlemapped the railway station, hotel and pub where they are
meeting, and printed off maps with them on.
'We' also googled the Wetherspoons
for tomorrow's breakfast and I offered to mark the spot on the map.
"Oh
no, I'll be able to find that."
Half five my mobile rings (why not the land line, so much clearer?)
"I can't find it"
"What! The hotel?!"
"No the pub for tomorrow. Are you on the machine? Can you go and look for me?"
Let's set aside the practicality and joys of trying
to describe a map and directions to him over a mobile phone, him being half
deaf at the best of times.
"Aren't you seeing everyone tonight? Wouldn't it be simpler to ask one of
them?"
"Uh. Yes.
Suppose so."
The man has three (count them 3)
degrees.
George Whitegoods, Sheamus Murphy, Mrs
Banjoman, Gin Tube!
One of you take in
him hand for me please.
George
Whitegoods How???
Miss
GH It's so
nice that things haven't changed after all these years.
Bess
Cavalier Having
worked for a professor of chemical engineering I came to the conclusion that
sometimes common sense is in inverse proportion to academic ability.
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