Small World

I almost forgot to mention: on Saturday afternoon, after we’d retreated back into the cool air-conditioning of the Fitzroy Bowls Club I went to the bar for a jug of Bullmers.

“You wouldn’t be used to this, would you?” said the barman.

When I replied that no, I wasn’t and that it was really quite hot out there, he asked me where in the UK I was from.

“Well, I lived in London for 8 years, but up North originally, near Liverpool” I said.

To which he asked: “Southport?”

I almost fell over. Apparently that’s where his mum’s from. It is indeed a small world.

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In other news, I feel I should broadcast to the wider world the fact that I’m also twittering, sporadically on the new fangled Stephen Fry information service. Although I haven’t really twittered that much so far and am mostly interested in following the inane mutterings of assorted slebs.