Speed Dating Nutter
I may have written about this before on here, but it was at least two years ago, so you'll have forgotten...I haven't though.

Back in the early days of 2007 I was newly single and easily influenced so I went Speed Dating with my best friend Jo.


So there I was looking reasonably glamorous and above all, eager, sitting at a table in the window of a bar waiting for my first victim, erm, no, date. My friend Jo was on the table next to me looking equally, if not more glamorous. She jokingly says to me, wouldn’t it be funny if your ex was to walk past on his way to the cash point. Ha ha I say. She's obviously psychic as he did walk past - small town, so it wasn't hugely surprising.

Anyway....back to the point - the conspiracist....

Most of the men taking part seemed to be reasonably nice people, some were more charming than others, some more interesting than others. One was more mad than any other man I’ve met before….he had arrived with a mobile phone clamped to his ear and an ordnance survey map flapping out of the high elasticated waistband of his trousers - actually they were more 'slacks' than trousers. He also possessed what I think was the last pair of NHS glasses in existence which is shocking considering we were only a couple of hundreds of yards from the nearest SpecSavers. He sat down and mumbled on about the recent earthquake that we experienced down here in Kent (it hadn't affected me up on the North Downs but Jo's bed had apparently shaken with the force of it, the earthquake, that is). Much of what he said I couldn’t hear as he mumbled at the scratched tabletop but I did make out his general annoyance with local government who apparently contact him every time there is a natural disaster – the earthquake, a hurricane (this happened the previous month according to him, I missed it myself) – they contact him, ask for his ‘expert’ knowledge (on what I have no idea) and then they don’t even offer him payment or a permanent job - the cheek of it. I made all the right noises and nodded encouragingly. He was clearly impressed by this and asked me if I listened to Radio Caroline….I didn’t have the heart to tell him it’s been gone for a long time, so I said I remembered it (that was a lie, I have heard of it, know some of the stories about it being the forerunner to Radio 1 and so on, but it was before my time I think). He then went on to tell me about a Dutch radio station that operates next door to Caroline (erm…wasn’t Radio Caroline on a boat?) he gave me the frequency to tune into and then asked me what my favourite song was….My mind went blank except for two things – James Blunt’s You’re Beautiful – no good, no good at all, it would give him all the wrong ideas! Or alternatively Leonard Cohen – now that would send out all the right messages, so Leonard it was. So if I was to tune in the next day I would hear a Leonard Cohen song which he would have broadcast just for me.

Afterwards I discovered this man had told at least one woman that he finds it very hard to meet women for sex. That’s a great chat up line.

Strangely enough I didn't tick his name on my Speed Dating score card.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Thu 27 Aug 2009, 15:07, 2 replies)

Veronica
The Dutch radio - that is actually true. It was called Veronica and it broadcasted off a boat.
That would be fun: speeddating conspiracy theory nutters! And then you tick if the theory is convincing or at least amusing :-)
(bovine intervention, Wed 2 Sep 2009, 0:27, closed)

Radio Caroline
Is still on the air as well - 53something (534 I think) Khz AM
(nobbyd is wanking furiously to industrial grade porn on, Wed 2 Sep 2009, 7:14, closed)