" now.... i have told you part of my story... the bit about the Biba baddie...
" do you mind if i capture yours - i can't lie it is the truly sexiest hat in the land of showoff hats i noticed you from afar ..
"... because you so so earned hearing a snippet my story telling metoo some of yours....
"that's all i do really for ten dull years even if That Mariner would be very jealous as he didn't know that you pick the very very least likely to have a fine chat with and you end up having the finest.... hat at least, well that's not all please its too warm to thrust such a splendid cleavage into my face ...well here at least....
" yes so before i even had seen the superb Mossy Crows - the great literature - get them for your kids too yes they have a scene where the stories are sent off on moth wings... the stories that i guess may save humanity from humans...
" well ive been doing that a decade ... randomly.... each one i meet gets a BIT... but you if you come back can have the starring role...
" because we know..... you kindof the same one as me.... even if i was above you bugging you as a kid in your Tring garden...
"We are of the same....class.... even if i diverged the other way and became an anti-Biba extremist, due the Biba baddie .... you GET it smiley.... your kids are ok here so many fancy hats but my wild youth lands..... nobody for THIRTY miles would even wear a flat cap they couldnt afford them...
" but only one person...she would swank around in her Biba.... i didnt realise the significance then
"well not really until twenty ten.... when it turned out there wasnt a soul between her ears ...
" and all our youth was full merely of her crocodile tears..."
Sunday does it say? (BACK TO TRADITION: one Sundayaft a month FIXING time... )
