Went over to Wick today, saw quite a few riders out and about.. North Coast 500 riders likely. Anyhoo, heading back home, saw a guy on a nice looking Honda heading the other way... stopped off at the filling station, went back out after paying and this guy has turned around, and is now at the pumps. So I Says "Great day for a run out" (it was.. Didn't get rained on once) he replies with... "Iss a gud day for viring" (think he may have been Dutch?) Fortunately I got what he meant... On the way home I started thinking about some of the weird things folk have said to me over the years.. There's been a few. Best one though was when Mrs BS and I were camping near Matlock, and went into Buxton for supplies. I'm sat on the Kawa outside, she's inside getting stuffs. This froody looking dude comes up and says "Hi man, how you doing these days... Not seen you for years" (I have never seen this guy before) "Of course, you used to ride a Bonneville then, and I still owe you my life. I wouldn't be here without you." So, I think he's pished. He drifts off into reminiscences... "1967 man, we were so high... You saved my life, I owe you man" at which point Mrs BS comes out, and I tell the guy its good to see him, take care... Byeee... Wierd huh? This kind of shit happens a lot! Anything like that ever happen to you?
There's a lady who drinks in my local who isn't the sharpest tool in the box. Chrissie: "I was watching 'who wants to be a millionaire' in German, and just by guessing I got all fifteen questions right" Helen: "How much did you win?"
