An Image To Live Up To

They say that people get to look like their pets, but an incident a couple of days ago left me wondered if people become like the images that the media create for them? Spitting Image used to portray John Major as a grey man who tucked his vest into his pants and was totally boring. For a while it seemed as if the real man had morphed into his spitting image character, but he had the last laugh when it eventually came out that he'd had a long lasting affair with Edwina Curry. He wasn't such a grey man after that, to borrow a phrase from Fred Flintstone - that takes intestinal fortitude!



The road where we live is not a main road, but it is very busy and I usually I have to pull in near the house until the road clears, then I can swing the car out and reverse back onto the drive. A couple of days ago I was waiting at the side of the road when a mauve car drove slowly down the middle of the road. It caught my attention because the car was a horrible colour and I wondered what sort of idiot would drive down the middle of a busy road. He seemed to stay there dithering in the middle of the road for ages so I got a good look at the driver, I summed him up as a socks and sandals type. Finally he got out of my way and I was able to park on the drive, but as I got out of the car I heard tapping from further along the road. I looked in that direction and noticed that the mauve car had parked (miles from the kerb) and the driver (who surprise surprise was wearing socks and sandals) was attempting to erect a vote Liberal sign. If they can't drive and look as if they got dressed in the dark it doesn't exactly inspire confidence in their ability to run the country!

Unwanted Interest 08.06.07

Robbie rang me this morning to say that his 'stalker' was on the train again today. I am not sure ig he was still wearing socks an sandals but he certainly managed to disturb Robbie. I think it is really bothering him. Maybe he will have to travel in disguise, any ideas?

Scary Situation! 04.06.07

The first day back at work after a holiday is always a bit of a challenge. Robbie loves his job more than anyone else I have met, but even he couldn't help wishing that we were still on holiday. When he came home he was somewhat subdued - not a state you would usually associate with Robbie. At first he didn't have much to say, about his day, but I could tell there was something bothering him. Eventually he told me that he had been troubled by something that happened on the train. In fact by the look on his face he was badly spooked. Apparently another passenger appeared to be taking an obsessive interest in Robbie! That may sound unlikely, but I have known him to embark on deep and meaningful conversations with complete strangers so I wasn't that surprised. Once when we were on a day out he spent several hours talking to a woman who had been foolish enough to sit opposite us about protecting the flood plain in Northampton and about the regeneration of Plymouth and Coventry! Boring!! Anyway it soon became clear why he was so wound up, his admirer was a man and as if that was not bad enough, it was a man who wore socks with sandals and had a fold up bike - scary!!!!