I went back to my mates to explain no buffet car but I had met Mr Barr and they would give us breakfast. It took me a good 10 minutes to convince my mates it wasnt a wind up.
<div>:lol: Brilliant.</div>
I was on a family holiday as a nipper up in Shropshire. We’re in a shopping centre and my Dad walks past a woman, only to stop and stare. Said woman also stops and stares. “Hello Jenny’ says my Dad; ‘Hi Rowan’ says my great aunt, from Monterey in California.
Similarly, sitting in Stuart’s Bar, a fantastic little spot in Grenada. I’d been working out there as a MTB guide for a few months. Just across the bay was the US uni St. George’s vet and medical school and I knew Jo, one of the English girls that worked there. This particular evening Jo comes in with a friend. I stare at friend, she stares at me. ‘You’re Helen’ I say; ‘yes’ she says, ‘and you’re Neil’. I used to club swim with her in Essex and her Mum worked with my Mum at the local village hospital.