Andrew - I should have been a spy. Or at least I think I should have. Actually I don’t like guns, I’ve never been in a proper fight and I don’t look very good when I run. So maybe I shouldn’t be a spy. Maybe I should just accept the fact that I am nosy.
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| Bond, James Bond |
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| Same film, no relevance but oh so delicious |
I am the sort of person who if I have nothing to do will conjur up scenarios as to what is happening in the lives of strangers that I see. For instance while we were having dinner the other night I basically stopped participating in the conversation so I could evesdrop on the conversation of a couple across from us. I eventually decided that she was a “cougar” and he was her toy-boy. They were staying in accommodation that she wasn’t impressed with “may as well be pub accommodation,” and had issues with her age. Clearly all the botox she had had didn’t do anything to lift her spirits. Bursting into tears and crying out, “I don’t want to get old,” didn’t help to send me back to my friends without ALL the goss.
It gave me a good story to give Gusband and the others when the couple eventually left in a flood of tears and “I love youse,” I just didn’t have any idea what my friends had been discussing so I made them repeat themselves. I hate to miss out on anything.
Getting a sneak peak into other peoples lives is one of the reasons I love airports. I love to watch people coming home to their loved ones, or to no one at all (when I see that I wonder what sort of bastard they must be….. probably their loved one is still parking the car, I will never know.) One of my favourite movies is "Love Actually" for that scene at the airport. Yes I am a little bit gay.
One night Gusband and I went on a date to Thai and I spent the whole night relaying how the rough girl behind us was breaking up with her bogan boyfriend because, “Youse just don’t get me anymore. I need a little bit of class in me life.” It was perfect! She broke up with him before they’d even ordered their meal so I had entre, main and a whole lot of wine to find out what was happening. Poor, poor Gusband. He’s used to eating by himself by now though.
So campers, watch out..... because I am. And if you are speaking to me and I'm secretly looking over your shoulder chances are it could be a good story for both of us so be patient with me. They call me Ryan.... Andrew Ryan. xx
Lucy - I must say Andrew, you have witnessed some interesting stories of late. Apart from not killing anyone you are definitely a spy.
Now I know why we have been friends for so long. You miss most of the crap I say! Well that suits me, we are destined to be friends for a long time if you keep it up.
I myself come from a family of Mrs Mangles' . We love looking over the back fence & knowing the general goings on in the street. Sawusband & I are also partial to a bit of people watching. When we were out for an early afternoon drink the other week we noticed a young couple on their bikes using a pay phone (aren't they as rare as hens teeth). We watched them for a while, they definitely looked like they were cutting a shady deal as they swapped from making a phone call from the phone box to using their mobile phones & proceeded to take off in different directions on their pushies! We decided they looked like druggies & needed a fix. That's the best part of people watching you can make up your own stories.
I'm sure I would be better at eavesdropping if I wasn't so deaf. I'm not sure if it is selective deafness or if I really can't hear. All I know is, I had a dream about cougars last night, but they were of the cat variety. That reminds me I must look up what that means in the dream book.
Happy listening in Campers & Andrew you are a spy (maybe a bit like Austen Powers meets Bond)xx
Lucy - I must say Andrew, you have witnessed some interesting stories of late. Apart from not killing anyone you are definitely a spy.
Now I know why we have been friends for so long. You miss most of the crap I say! Well that suits me, we are destined to be friends for a long time if you keep it up.
I myself come from a family of Mrs Mangles' . We love looking over the back fence & knowing the general goings on in the street. Sawusband & I are also partial to a bit of people watching. When we were out for an early afternoon drink the other week we noticed a young couple on their bikes using a pay phone (aren't they as rare as hens teeth). We watched them for a while, they definitely looked like they were cutting a shady deal as they swapped from making a phone call from the phone box to using their mobile phones & proceeded to take off in different directions on their pushies! We decided they looked like druggies & needed a fix. That's the best part of people watching you can make up your own stories.
I'm sure I would be better at eavesdropping if I wasn't so deaf. I'm not sure if it is selective deafness or if I really can't hear. All I know is, I had a dream about cougars last night, but they were of the cat variety. That reminds me I must look up what that means in the dream book.
Happy listening in Campers & Andrew you are a spy (maybe a bit like Austen Powers meets Bond)xx
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