Earlier this week
Walking back to the office in lovely Redhill, when a fairly merry chap sat outside the pub I was passing (the Sun for any locals reading this) politely called me over, with a cheery,

"Excuse me, mate."

Wondering if perhaps he wanted to know what the time was, I wandered over, at which point, he motioned to the even merrier chap sat opposite him, and said,

"My friend here would like to match your patch."

I was so stunned by this, all I could do was murmer in a slightly high-pitched voice, "b-but, I haven't got a patch," before hotfooting it back to work in something of a daze.

Redhill has a reasonably large number of unusual folk - but this is one of the strangest encounters I've had in the 30-odd years I've lived there. It was entirely unthreatening but equally very strange indeed.
( milkybarnick is calming down Boris on, Thu 21 Apr 2011, 20:23, 3 replies)

What the devil does that mean??
( user_names_suck, Sat 23 Apr 2011, 18:43, closed)

as a fellow Redhill-ite, I must be distracted from the unusuals by all the chav twats in the town centre. The Sun does some nice local ales though, just a shame about the clientelle
(weaselinajetengine, Sun 24 Apr 2011, 18:48, closed)

As a sometimes fellow Redhill-ite
the guy who was the Canaries fan who would tell you the footie scores surely qualifies? One day I was in the old Lloyds bank waiting in the queue when he strolled in with his bike, leaned it against the wall of the bank, had a little look around and then pushed his bike back out again.
(Jboy, Tue 26 Apr 2011, 6:11, closed)