My friend (our very own ivesb, in fact) was telling me about the time he was mugged
He'd just come out of a shop, with a carrier bag containing his purchases: some beer, to enjoy when he got home. A CD, to listen to while he drank the beer... and a pie, to eat on his way home as he was hungry.

Anyway, someone came up behind him, smashed a bottle over his head and said "give me your money". In a rage, he turned round, chased the would-be mugger off, dropping his carrier bag in the process.

His lament of "I was looking forward to that pie too, I was really hungry" was interrupted by me, in wide-eyed childish wonder asking him what this amazing emporium of delights was, that sold not only CDs, but also beer! And pies! They certainly didn't have record shops like that round where I live... or maybe it was an off licence with a MUSIC section. Just imagine! How exciting, I couldn't wait to go and peruse it. I had mental images of a little smoky bohemian-looking place, smelling of incense, with loads of obscure music. Probably unusual beers too, imported ones that you can't normally get in this country...

Looking at me incredulously, ivesb replied:

"It was Asda"
(Professor Kenny Martin Hmm? What?, Mon 14 May 2012, 22:26, 1 reply)

Haaaaaaaaaahahahahahahahahaha
Reminds me of Mrs Vagabond's very Irish uncle. She's quite good at wine, and he opened a bottle.

"Mmm ... " she said, inhaling, "That's really lovely ... like ... chocolate ... don't you think, Sean? It smells like chocolate?"

Sean took a sniff. "It smells like fuckin' wine." he happily responded.
( Je suis un vagabond is an unfunny, up your own arse middle class knob, Tue 15 May 2012, 13:10, closed)