So there I was earlier today, enjoying a spot of lunch in a pleasant little cafe whilst out shopping, when up came a fella I vaguely recognised from the dim and distant past just as I was tucking into my Highland soup with bread roll and butter.
"Hi!" He said. "I would never ignore you you know".
"Eh? What" I ventured wondering WTF is this all about. Then I remembered. He was a dub. And he had gone out of his way to seek me out to tell me that he wasn't ignoring me!
I mumbled something hoping that he'd just go away, and he repeated that he would never not speak to me. So weird. I got the boot at age 26 and now at 71 I'm supposed to be grateful that some dubby has acknowledged my existence.
Bloody ruined my soup it did.