… soon be Christmas.
Well, we’ll give this a go, but I’m not holding out much hope that I’ll see it through to the end, to be honest. In fact, I’ll be impressed if I get to the end of the week.
I’ve had a lot of travelling again this week, but the sites I have been visiting have all been in a northerly direction for me… and that makes one hell of a difference!
Bromsgrove is a journey of 97 miles for me, so, almost the same as my trip down to Brighton. And yet, it took me less than two hours. It was a joy to drive there. Such a difference from heading south and using the Em-Bloody-Twenty-Bloody-Five.
And, just as I was leaving, I bumped into a chap who was just coming in and was struggling to open the padlock on the gate. I stopped the car and wandered over to him. We chatted for about 30 seconds, berating the awkwardness of the padlock, when he suddenly said, “I know you, don’t I?”
I gave my stock answer – the one that I generally use when confronted with that question: “Yeah, possibly. Have you ever been in prison?”
“It’s Masher, isn’t it?” he continued, unabated. “I worked with you in Park Street, Luton. The BT exchange. It was about the mid-eighties, I reckon. It’s me, Ray… Ray Lane. I was contracting for Cable & Wireless at the time.”
“Ray!” I exclaimed. “Yes, of course, I remember now.” It was a complete lie: I’d swear I’d never seen him before.
We exchanged pleasantries and chatted for a few minutes about what we’ve been up to over the years, before going our separate ways.
He seemed a real nice bloke.
Shame I don’t remember him.