Pinecones
Now my very good friend and fellow B3tan Ogwen if a wonderful chap with many a redeeming qualities, however an ability to stay focussed is sadly not one of these.

Now sit back and let me tell you a tale…

It is the summer of a several of years ago (specifics evade me) and the young and at this point carefree Ogwen is on holiday with his good friends Herr Truman (not in the least bit Germanic) and myself. We have just had the pleasure of a week at Le man indulging in booze, BBQ and occasionally pretending to look at cars.

In a feat of amazing forethought we had arranged a later return to Blighty allowing for a little enjoyment along the coast of France as part of a leisurely return to Calais and these details are important in an effort to pad out the story.

Tis a balmy afternoon and after much mucking about we have settled on a coastal walk as a pleasant way to while away a few hours before we fall back to eating cheese, drinking wine and punching Ogwen in the face (a story for another time i fear)

After a little while two separate groups have emerged upon said stroll, Herr Truman and myself who are forging a trail and talking of many things of little import and Ogwen, who for want of a better phrase is buggering about.

At this point Herr Truman and I are as we are often want to do engaged in some cod philosophy. Ogwen in his distracted state has however discovered something of import upon the French soil and pausing to recover said item engages in serious cogitation. A short while later mid conversational flow (iirc correctly we were discussing Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle and how it explains the ladle that always jams a kitchen drawer) we are interrupted by an urgent and forceful declaration

"I like pine cones" quoth Ogwen displaying said item for all to see.

This utterance had a similar effect on the conversation as changing down from 4th to 1st at 90mph would have on an engine and we watched in awe as said metaphorical engine left through the bonnet of our discussion and spiralled off down the theoretical carriageway (I think I’ve lost myself with this comparison now)
Needless to say we were stunned by the wisdom of his words (or something) and thus hilarity ensued, henceforth whenever Ogwen wonders off the point he is to be rebuked with a hearty cry of "I like pinecones!"
( Rhubarb_Triangle, Thu 12 May 2011, 20:54, 2 replies)

Well
I do like pinecones...
( ogwen69 has returned from Reddit, Thu 12 May 2011, 21:33, closed)

Won't want wont
wont |wônt; wōnt|
adjective [ predic. ] poetic/literary
(of a person) in the habit of doing something; accustomed : he was wont to arise at 5:30 every morning.
(What Could Possibly Go Wrong? ..., Mon 16 May 2011, 7:17, closed)