This is just a bit long for Twitter, so here we are.
My Dad was shopping in Solihull yesterday, and as is his wont, he stopped to have a look at the local estate agent window (believe me, he does it everywhere…). An old gent walked past him and out-of-the-blue announced “There’ll be a flat to rent in No.10 soon!”.
To which my Dad’s reply is “Hah, maybe, I suppose, if he calls it tomorrow”.
“Mind you, the lot I go for won’t get in”, continues the rather gregarious passerby. My Dad looks non-committally civil. “I’m BNP, British National Party”, the old man continues.
To which my Dad’s reply is “Well, you can fuck right off then!”
Brilliant! Especially when you imagine my Dad’s side of the discussion being conducted in a Glaswegian accent!
Just brilliant!