You CANNOT buy my forgiveness with
cheesecake! roared the angry woman into her mobile, on the number 22 bus.
One more for the collection. Ive been
saving snippets of conversation overheard in Brightons pubs, clubs, restaurants, shops, cafes, hotels and public transport for a couple of decades.
Now and again Im lucky enough to
encounter a rich vein of brilliant material. In the queue at TK Maxx, We somehow managed to crawl out onto the roof of the Seaspray hotel for a quickie, with a seagull looking at us. Theyre quite big close up, you know.
Down Gardener Street: Ive had to confiscate the secataurs from him. Hes totally
indiscriminate and has removed any plant of merit, leaving us with eighty three fledgling
sycamores, a few nettles and some ground elder.
And at the train station: You know the bit at the top of your leg where it joins your body?
He says its called your hinge.
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