Manx Cat
Many years ago I was youth hostelling on the Isle of Man (which only had one youth hostel) and exploring the island. I was waiting for a bus in Castletown one afternoon when an elderly man sitting at the back of a passing bus started shaking his fist, pulling furious faces and otherwise showing extreme displeasure towards me. I had and have no idea who he was or what I had done to provoke this. He hadn't got off his bus; I hadn't been on his bus.

So if you are reading this, furious baldy man on the Port Erin to Douglas bus in the summer of 1980, what was it all about, eh?
(ubergeekian, Thu 16 Feb 2012, 19:32, 4 replies)

That sounds like my Uncle Alan. He lived in Port Erin up until he died in 1983.
Sorry, I can't ask him why he was so cross. My auntie Margaret might know.
Do you want me to ring and ask her?
( mns 2️⃣2️⃣9️⃣0️⃣7️⃣, Thu 16 Feb 2012, 20:36, closed)

Yes, please do. I've got caught up in this mystery now and await the outcome

(IHateSprouts is baking a huge pie shaped like an enormous pie, Thu 16 Feb 2012, 20:53, closed)

Amateur
You've only been caught up in it for an hour and twenty one minutes. I have had to live with the uncertainty for thirty two years. It haunts me, I tell you, forcing itself to the front of my consciousness with remorseless regularity every, oh, eight to ten years or so.
(ubergeekian, Thu 16 Feb 2012, 21:09, closed)

shit
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( JessAction Give me all your expensive brandy and hubcaps., Sat 18 Feb 2012, 0:26, closed)