Dont know why I bother sometimes

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Master Baiter Joined: 03 Aug 2010 Posts: 207 Location: UK

Im just a lonely old man looking for someone to chat to...

ME:

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Mr. Wilson,
My apologies for thinking you were from a different country (not that I would have a problem if you were!).
So you're from Chiswick? I hope you dont mind the question, but are you related to a Mr. Raoul Wilson?
About 10 years ago I went on a coach daytrip to London. I went to see a show at the London Palladium (as I recall, it was a theatrical adaptation of the film "Cannibal Holocaust". Not a bad play (granted I've never had the pleasure of seeing the original movie), but it was rather gruesome in parts) anyway I digress. The original point of the story (I almost forgot what I was going to ask you there, I can be such a scatterbrain sometimes... oh yes I remeber now!). Anyway, here I was, sat in the theatre (very uncomfortable seats at the Palladium, have you been? Not the kind of place you would expect to have uncomfortable seats). Anyway, so here I was sat in the uncomfortable seats at the London Palladium, then we had an interval. Now, Im quite old you see, 81 in fact (have I mentioned that?), so usually when I go to see a play I dont get up during the interval, its very difficult to be getting up and down all the time and once I'm settled I'm not that inclined to want to ge tup unless I'm desperate for a call of nature. So anyway, the interval is called and people start to file out to buy food, use the toilet, get a drink, smoke a cigarette (ever since the smoking ban, but you know about that!) the usual thing. So anyway, most people file out, including the rest of our coach party, but the guy next to me doesn't ge tup either. So her eI am sat next to a guy, he's not moving, I'm not moving. We look at each other, and you can imagine the expression on my face! We both burs tout laughing. Anyway, I get talking to this bloke. Awfully nice chap, it turns out he lives in Chiswick, and his name is Raoul Wilson. I never asked him if he knew anyone named Ford Wilson, of course it was 10 years ago and I hadn't met you back then so how could I?
Anyway, enough of my rambling. I would love to know if you are related to him, awfully nice chap.
Sincerely,
Henry

HIS REPLY:

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NO I AM NOT

Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 12:00 pm

Simply reply back with: "What do you mean?"

Remember: ALWAYS ask questions and explanations Laughing

Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 12:45 pm

or pretend your deaf...through typing. example:

HIM: NO I AM NOT

You: Pardon?

and so on and so on. you are an old man after all Wink

Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 5:41 pm

Oh the long rambling emails to short tempered lads is such a joy isn't it Twisted Evil

One lad got to the point where he just couldn't be bothered to reply to my long circuitous questions and just said something along the lines of "oh God please just send the money". How rude!

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