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There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
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( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
There's a pile of scrap timber, rubble and general turds in the road opposite my work with a hand-written sign reading "Free Shed". Tell us about random, completely hatstand stuff and people you've seen
Suggested by Sandettie Light Vessel Automatic
( , Thu 21 Apr 2011, 11:38)
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If music be the food of love/Buy a flower guv'
Wavy lines, etc. 4 years BK (Before Kids)
Random 1:
Dream holiday touring Sri Lanka with the missus, staying in different hotels in different towns, getting up early to beat the heat of the day whilst admiring the scenery and doing the whole touristy culture thing.
In the evenings, dinner in the hotel restaurant. On two occasions, in two different towns, our meals were serenaded/spoiled by the Mariachi stylings of "Raindrops". Yes, on an island off the southeast coast of India sitting calmly in the Indian Ocean, populated by Buddhists and Hindus, some bright spark thought a Mexican band was a bright idea!
Random 2:
Same holiday. In the rear of a small Japanese minibus in convoy with other similar vehicles full of equally pink tourists, climbing into the hill country towards the tea plantations, as the road begins to zig-zag up a steep hill.
Near the bottom of the hill is a bloke forlornly trying to sell us flowers, shouting "YOU BUY! YOU BUY!" as he runs after the convoy frantically waving a bunch of exotic blooms. Minibus rounds bend, we lose sight of flower seller and continue our ascent.
Only, as the road straightens out, a suspiciously familiar-looking flower seller appears from nowhere, shouting "YOU BUY!" YOU BUY!" and running after us. We're puzzled. Is this his twin? Has he run so fast he's overtaken our convoy in a blur?
On we go, around the next bend and - yep - there he is again, and the next bend too. On the fifth switchback, we're disappointed to see he's not there, though to be fair he was probably knackered.
It turns out that, while the road meanders up the hillside to lessen the gradient for the underpowered trucks they use in Sri Lanka, the lush jungle of the verge conceals a flight of steps joining each section of the road. This poor bastard would run after us, then leg it up the stairs to try to catch us on the next stretch.
None of us bought his flowers.
Apologies if TL;DR
( , Sat 23 Apr 2011, 17:41, 1 reply)
Wavy lines, etc. 4 years BK (Before Kids)
Random 1:
Dream holiday touring Sri Lanka with the missus, staying in different hotels in different towns, getting up early to beat the heat of the day whilst admiring the scenery and doing the whole touristy culture thing.
In the evenings, dinner in the hotel restaurant. On two occasions, in two different towns, our meals were serenaded/spoiled by the Mariachi stylings of "Raindrops". Yes, on an island off the southeast coast of India sitting calmly in the Indian Ocean, populated by Buddhists and Hindus, some bright spark thought a Mexican band was a bright idea!
Random 2:
Same holiday. In the rear of a small Japanese minibus in convoy with other similar vehicles full of equally pink tourists, climbing into the hill country towards the tea plantations, as the road begins to zig-zag up a steep hill.
Near the bottom of the hill is a bloke forlornly trying to sell us flowers, shouting "YOU BUY! YOU BUY!" as he runs after the convoy frantically waving a bunch of exotic blooms. Minibus rounds bend, we lose sight of flower seller and continue our ascent.
Only, as the road straightens out, a suspiciously familiar-looking flower seller appears from nowhere, shouting "YOU BUY!" YOU BUY!" and running after us. We're puzzled. Is this his twin? Has he run so fast he's overtaken our convoy in a blur?
On we go, around the next bend and - yep - there he is again, and the next bend too. On the fifth switchback, we're disappointed to see he's not there, though to be fair he was probably knackered.
It turns out that, while the road meanders up the hillside to lessen the gradient for the underpowered trucks they use in Sri Lanka, the lush jungle of the verge conceals a flight of steps joining each section of the road. This poor bastard would run after us, then leg it up the stairs to try to catch us on the next stretch.
None of us bought his flowers.
Apologies if TL;DR
( , Sat 23 Apr 2011, 17:41, 1 reply)
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