As I sat in my car waiting to leave
the ferry on Thursday, there came the intriguing announcement on the
intercom: "Would Mr Jones please return to cabin 6564, where his
wife is waiting for him." I wondered how many hours previously
he'd slipped out.
I was intrigued to read of a large
tender for printers required by the Pontevedra provincial government.
The specification matched, word-for-word, the description of a
particular machine in the catalogue of one supplier. So, guess who
got the business. That's certainly one way to do it.
Approaching the Hoylake promenade at
the start of a morning walk yesterday, I caught sight of a couple of
people walking a pair of husky dogs along the sands. Then another.
And another. Until I'd counted more than 50 of the breed. I guessed
this wasn't a coincidence but the internet was of no use in finding
out what sort of event it was.
My car stands out in the UK - from
the rear at least - because it doesn't have a reflective number
plate. This is a safety measure which the Spanish police haven't yet
got round to, preferring new and bigger fines in their fight against
road accidents.
Finally . . . 'Hipster' is a word
which is clearly back in fashion. And may have been for a few years
now. My daughter gave me a definition in the car on Friday but here's
what the Urban Dictionary has to say on it - at some length.
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