The Lost Codger

I was living alone in a purpose-built-flat in the outskirts of Hertfordshire, and bored out of my skull one weekend…. Must be from all that constant ego-stroking from the secretaries. And while we’re on the topic of shaving, some time ago…Me: Hey sis, check this out. Sis: Huh?

2 minutes and 44 seconds later….

“He might see us.” “He’s too busy with his music honey….” If there’s one thing worse than an iPod that just ran out of juice, it’s leaving the earplugs in your ears and letting the male gay couple groping each other beside you think you can’t hear their conversations. I’m just glad they weren’t as friendly as….

Good God, it was bloody hot down there and I didn’t want to remain below for too long. I used to get on the Piccadilly line and change at King’s Cross to get there, but I soon learned that I could get there faster if I get off at Finsbury Park and take the Victoria line to Piccadilly Circus, change again and take the Bakerloo line to Paddington…. Oh yes, if you do come here often and bring your laptop along, there is an unsecured WiFi network connection nearby and you can happily do some internet-surfing while sipping your teh tarik.

He just got back from a 10km run and we further went on to discuss about the different tints in our sunglasses (to avoid getting caught while oggling at scantily-clad conchitas in the park), when he mentioned that he had a four-day weekend.I was of course disgusted by that, since we only had a three-day weekend over here (May Day Bank Holiday). So I asked him what it was for.”Tuesday is the Royal Cat’s birthday”, he said.”You’re pulling my leg.”"Why would I do that?”Of course, I didn’t believe him straight away.