tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post1166685642037935356..comments2024-03-27T11:18:59.924+00:00Comments on Sun Dried Sparrows: It's not about the money...Chttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-40578528440128830012012-08-21T12:11:53.208+01:002012-08-21T12:11:53.208+01:00I guess age doesn't always change anything abo...I guess age doesn't always change anything about a person - it just changes other people's expectations!Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-3479095682238373132012-08-20T13:16:07.313+01:002012-08-20T13:16:07.313+01:00Good grief. I will be judging all old men in a new...Good grief. I will be judging all old men in a new light now!Furtheronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11903753972242964410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-69223395797731635202012-08-17T15:19:26.775+01:002012-08-17T15:19:26.775+01:00I'll shave the beard AND my legs. ;)
No doubt...I'll shave the beard AND my legs. ;)<br /><br />No doubt you would've outpaced him...and be livin' the high life at this point with his creepy old money. Oh well, you did get an excellent story out of it.<br /><br />I once ended up next to an old fella on a train from London to Hollyhead who, after a bit of conversation, made it clear that he had room for me whenever I was in town.<br /><br /><br /><br />e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-55858500613844508032012-08-17T13:44:56.417+01:002012-08-17T13:44:56.417+01:00Not sure you'd get away with it with that bear...Not sure you'd get away with it with that beard now, e.f.<br /><br />But you know, I was thinking - if he was 86 then he might not have lived that much longer (I could always had tried to put a bit of strain on his heart..) and I could have got myself onto his will and been left all his wordly goods by now. ;-)<br /><br />Seriously, though - I comfort myself when things are so horrible like that with the thought that "at least one day this might make a good anecdote"...<br />Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-19277949730026630962012-08-17T13:41:08.432+01:002012-08-17T13:41:08.432+01:00Oh don't! It could've been like something...Oh don't! It could've been like something out of Midsomer Murders crossed with Cluedo...Chttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-38210199969453897702012-08-17T13:09:09.162+01:002012-08-17T13:09:09.162+01:00Eight Hundred pounds?
You still got his number? ...Eight Hundred pounds? <br /><br />You still got his number? I can pretend to like the theater.<br /><br />That was a good a read for me as I'm sure it was awful for you to experience.<br /><br />e.f. bartlamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05940814285264472785noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-11373793809397524452012-08-17T10:24:22.125+01:002012-08-17T10:24:22.125+01:00Oh my word. Thank heavens you never went to his ho...Oh my word. Thank heavens you never went to his house. I have an awful image of a flailing poker gripped in a papery but still surprisingly strong hand, and a shriek of "you SHAN'T leave! You MUSTN'T!"....in an enraged quavery baritone. <br /><br />Indecent Proposal indeed....Kolley Kibberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07055145770836351738noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-20710513609131181582012-08-17T08:27:27.092+01:002012-08-17T08:27:27.092+01:00SB, Colin - I thought I was quite good at reading ...SB, Colin - I thought I was quite good at reading people but I didn't see that one coming, I must admit! Sadly I think it was a bad combination of him being delusional and lonely, maybe he saw himself as 40 years younger, maybe he misread my friendliness (story of my life!) but I'm still very glad I got out of it when I did... Although, I could do with the dosh now ;-)<br />Dr MVM - indeed, I know too many lovely men to ever make that judgement :-DChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02423624920558505937noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-16937133181767104622012-08-17T05:47:46.894+01:002012-08-17T05:47:46.894+01:00Creepy. I'm glad you don't judge all men ...Creepy. I'm glad you don't judge all men by him.Dr. Monkey Von Monkersteinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14370062692837972451noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-68644639887990773792012-08-16T18:05:28.963+01:002012-08-16T18:05:28.963+01:00I've heard about those 'Fifty Shades Of Gr...I've heard about those 'Fifty Shades Of Grey' books.....lol....I think you had a lucky escape.EXPO67https://www.blogger.com/profile/06865251287252410089noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6075393268513251879.post-30961088613038185172012-08-16T17:05:51.707+01:002012-08-16T17:05:51.707+01:00Blimey! I was both gripped and slightly horrified ...Blimey! I was both gripped and slightly horrified by this story. What a nightmare. You are very self-controlled to have not clocked him one in the pub. Beware old men bearing gifts. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com