(First written around summer 2022 ish)
YOU REMEMBER how I mentioned I was at that first school, end of term, fake Royal Jubilee today, aye? Well I was there.
There I was: sitting out in the school field, in one of the TWO canvas style camping chairs we’d brought along – the wife occupying the other – drinking a plastic cup of fucking £2.50 Pimms (with a bit of cucumber in it). Picture that, if you will.
Suddenly, a POSH BALD DAD who I’ve never encountered before – cut off denims; some kind of rock and roll t-shirt – wanders up, bold as brass:
“Hey man. Durber burber nerb nerb. Whuddabad? Durber burber film?”
I was a bit flabbergasted and hadn’t fully caught what he said. So I was like, “…Sorry?”
“Hey man. I really like your t-shirt! What… What is that? Is it from a film?”
The t-shirt in question, boys and girls, is a black £8 internet shirt, with ‘Flynns Arcade’ written on it.
“Oh this?? Yeah, it’s from Tron.”
“Bon?” said the man.
“No, Tron.”
“Troy??”
“Tron.”
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh! TROY! Yes, yes, of cour-“
“NO! TRON!! TEE ARR OHH ENN. Tron! With the laser frisbees and the light motorbikes and shit.”
And I even mimed the bikes.
“OH! OHHHHHHH! Yeah! Tron! Yeah, I LOVE Tron! That’s really great, yeah!”
“Yeah, man. Thanks. £8 on eBay.”
“Great! Great, yeah. I’ll probably get one.”
…And with that: Off. He. Went. I turned to the wife, and I said:
“What do you reckon THAT was about, eh? I suspect he was trying to shag me.”
But my wife just said, “Yesssssssss.”
And was quite dismissive over it.
CONCLUSION
WELL readers? What do YOU think? Had the man:
A: Witnessed my now famous Barnett, and simply lost his mind?
Or B: Simply observed a t-shirt he admired, and had taken the leap of asking a handsome stranger where he got it?
Which is it???
Thanks for reading.
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