As one who only a couple of weeks ago was TGVing through France, I read this and winced - and made a mental note not to try to retrieve the mobile if it ever happens to me...
S'pose he was multi-tasking and had both hands full. Has warned me off attempting one of my favourite routines of the closet, flushing while Niagra is still flowing, the goal being a simultaneous finish. I attended a minor public school in Leamington Spa, and these charades seemed quite normal then; little did I imagine I would still be 'active' fifty years later. Far too risky though, on a moving French train.
Beats fishing false teeth out of the urinal. Tried to race the TGV once, up the A6 over the Langres plateau, gave up when it tried to swerve in front of me, bloody French drivers.
Nige, who, like Mr Kenneth Horne, prefers to remain anonymous, was also a founder blogger of The Dabbler and a co-blogger on the Bryan Appleyard Thought Experiments blog. He is the sole blogger on this one, and his principal aim is to share various of life's pleasures. These tend to relate to books, art, poems, butterflies, birds, churches, music, walking, weather, drink, etc, with occasional references to the passing scene. His book, The Mother of Beauty: On the Golden Age of English Church Monuments, and Other Matters of Life and Death, is available on Amazon or direct from the author.
S'pose he was multi-tasking and had both hands full. Has warned me off attempting one of my favourite routines of the closet, flushing while Niagra is still flowing, the goal being a simultaneous finish. I attended a minor public school in Leamington Spa, and these charades seemed quite normal then; little did I imagine I would still be 'active' fifty years later. Far too risky though, on a moving French train.
ReplyDeleteBeats fishing false teeth out of the urinal.
ReplyDeleteTried to race the TGV once, up the A6 over the Langres plateau, gave up when it tried to swerve in front of me, bloody French drivers.