How Times Change
This was posted in the local newsletter.
The Rosemary Branch is looking to borrow a gentleman’s pipe from the 1950s for use a prop for an opera opening tomorrow. If you can help, you will get a couple of free tickets from a grateful Cec at the Rosie.
My father had loads of pipes in the 1950s. The last time I saw anybody smoking a pipe, it was clamped between a Belgian’s teeth as he drove towards me going the wrong way down a Belgian motorway.
The Anonymous Widower 
Was it Captain Haddock?
Comment by Marc | September 29, 2011 |
I would have hit the idiot head on, if it hadn’t been for the frantic waving of a lorry driver, being very direct about getting behind him. He made the decision that if the idiot was going to hit anyone, then a 44-tonne truck was preferable for the good of everybody else.
Comment by AnonW | September 29, 2011 |