robert.saunders
MB Enthusiast
Picture the scene, if you will.
A lonely young* man all set to visit sunny Torquay in September 2009, the famous pilgrimage that is the visiting GTG at Glojo’s pad. Seeing as the lovely and lonely young man no longer owns a Mercedes, and drives a scabby Ford Mondeo (which has new dents and markings, plus was bombarded with seagull poo on a recent trip to Cornwall) it was considered a “good idea” for the young man to invite himself into someone else’s car. Namely the S500 driven by the nun, aka MBManInKen, aka Guido.
Rather sensibly, the young man figured that he and the Guido should meet before the trip to sunny climes, and a luncheon was arranged for today. Guido was indeed visiting Peterborough through the course of his work, and naturally a swift trip into the city centre (where I work), and hey presto! we can have a natter over a bagel and ensure that neither party were indeed an “axe murderer”.
1.00pm, was the arranged meeting point, perhaps elongated to 1.30pm… The time comes; the young man is sat in between meetings eagerly anticipating meeting his long-time hero Poirot. Having packed no super-sized lunchbox today, the young man was very hungry when the sound of the ‘text message received’ was heard. Oh dear, look at the time, approaching a quarter to 2! But hold on, I have a meeting at 2.30pm, do we have time for a quick muffin? Alas no it seems, so we have a brief telecon and decide on the proverbial “rain-check”, having been officially “blown out”.
Guido said he would make much mirth on the forum about our missed opportunity! Bugger that say I, I am striking first
* honestly, I am younger than Guido. And Mark (scumbag)
A lonely young* man all set to visit sunny Torquay in September 2009, the famous pilgrimage that is the visiting GTG at Glojo’s pad. Seeing as the lovely and lonely young man no longer owns a Mercedes, and drives a scabby Ford Mondeo (which has new dents and markings, plus was bombarded with seagull poo on a recent trip to Cornwall) it was considered a “good idea” for the young man to invite himself into someone else’s car. Namely the S500 driven by the nun, aka MBManInKen, aka Guido.
Rather sensibly, the young man figured that he and the Guido should meet before the trip to sunny climes, and a luncheon was arranged for today. Guido was indeed visiting Peterborough through the course of his work, and naturally a swift trip into the city centre (where I work), and hey presto! we can have a natter over a bagel and ensure that neither party were indeed an “axe murderer”.
1.00pm, was the arranged meeting point, perhaps elongated to 1.30pm… The time comes; the young man is sat in between meetings eagerly anticipating meeting his long-time hero Poirot. Having packed no super-sized lunchbox today, the young man was very hungry when the sound of the ‘text message received’ was heard. Oh dear, look at the time, approaching a quarter to 2! But hold on, I have a meeting at 2.30pm, do we have time for a quick muffin? Alas no it seems, so we have a brief telecon and decide on the proverbial “rain-check”, having been officially “blown out”.
Guido said he would make much mirth on the forum about our missed opportunity! Bugger that say I, I am striking first
* honestly, I am younger than Guido. And Mark (scumbag)