by Lachie Strummer - 18:48 on 22 July 2011
Returned from a week’s holiday in sunny Toronto on Wednesday.
Very enjoyable it was too.
One or two minor hitches but nothing terminal.
Forgot to pack boxer shorts. Our first task on arrival in Toronto was to find a department store.
After a 10 minute walk we found an appropriate store and some reasonably priced boxers.
We were served by a wonderfully camp assistant called Jeff who was eager to escort me to the fitting rooms with my chosen items.
I said, ‘thanks Jeff, but I think I’ll be fine on my own.’
He replied, ‘Okay sir, be like that, but don’t come back to me tomorrow complaining that your crotch hurts!’
He strumped back to his checkout, his head tilted slightly back, and his Mercuryesque moustache twitching.
Returned to the croft on Wednesday feeling ever-so-slighty jet-lagged.
The flight had been uneventful but the 2 passengers in the neighbouring aisle unnerved me a wee bit by adopting the crash position just before we landed at Glasgow.
‘Do they know something we don’t ?’, I couldn’t help wondering.
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