So, what happened today?

[Dicko]

Just got back from my local where I popped in for a couple

Got talking to this nice 80 year old geezer and you know how it is, he started telling me his life history.

Lives in an OAP home just up the road, walked with a frame because of osteoporosis, was from south London and had an Aston Martin service station.

BOOM! Drops it in the conversation....went to prison in the Azores for drug smuggling (2kg of Cannabis). Now I'm all ears.

Anyway got found not guilty and let out after 6 months for time served and the 'mastermind' did 2 years.

Without fail I will always attract the 'character' wherever I go (basically because I will always start a conversation). My Mrs disowns me.

The house smells a bit funny now though....

You reckon he grassed?

 

[Nutter-Naylor]

You reckon he grassed?

There is no smoke without fire!

I'm like a magnet for these people. Wouldn't have it any other way though. Met all sorts of 'interesting' characters over the years.

I always talk to the elderly if they are on their own, they may not have spoken to a real person in days.

 

[Rorschach]

There is no smoke without fire!

I'm like a magnet for these people. Wouldn't have it any other way though. Met all sorts of 'interesting' characters over the years.

I always talk to the elderly if they are on their own, they may not have spoken to a real person in days.

Fantastic attitude. I do the same, though I am an infrequent pub visitor (as i sit in the pub typing this). I'm no spring chicken but I find the elderly are usually way more interesting too, unless they talk about tying onions to their belt.

 

[Nutter-Naylor]

Fantastic attitude. I do the same, though I am an infrequent pub visitor (as i sit in the pub typing this). I'm no spring chicken but I find the elderly are usually way more interesting too, unless they talk about tying onions to their belt.

Like the fella today, they very often have amazing stories. They seem to become invisible to younger people. Shame.

 

[Nutter-Naylor]

There is another chap (79) i see in my closest pub. Never married or had children and goes in there 5 days a week (closed the other 2 days) for lunch. He says the staff are the closest thing to family that he has. They treat him well but always sits on his own. I make a point of going in there once a week to have a chat and keep him company.
I only know him because I used to occasionally see him on my commute to London 25 years ago. He used to wear a cravat, kicking it old school stylee.

fudge me I've turned into a big softie.