Tuesday, 27 July 2010

If a man speaks in the forest and there is no woman to hear him, is he still wrong?

Evening all.  
Three days to go.






The kids today went bowling.  My wife took them with Barbara and her kids, Lizzie and Henry.  Before then, they had a play date which resulted in them getting rained on.  Apparently, the kids loved it.  My son came first with 109, my daughter second with 92.  I must make a mental note not to go bowling with them!  Anyway, I have to go.  I have work to go to tomorrow. 




A man walked out to the street and caught a taxi just going by. He got into the taxi, and the cabbie said, "Perfect timing. You're just like "George!

Passenger: "Who?"

Cabbie: "George Sullivan. He's a guy who did everything right all the time. Like my coming along when you needed a cab, things happen like that to George Sullivan, every single time."

Passenger: "There are always a few clouds over everybody."

Cabbie: "Not George Sullivan. He was a terrific athlete. He could have won the Grand Slam at tennis. He could golf with the pros. He sang like an opera baritone and danced like a Broadway star and you should have heard him play the piano. He was an amazing guy."

Passenger: "Sounds like he was something really special."

Cabbie: "You got that right!. He had a memory like a computer. He remembered everybody's birthday. He knew all about wine, which foods to order and which fork to eat them with. He could fix anything. Not like me. I change a fuse, and the whole street blacks out. But George Sullivan, he could do everything right."

Passenger: "Wow. Some guy then."

Cabbie: "He always knew the quickest way to go in traffic and avoid traffic jams. Not like me, I always seem to get stuck in them. But George, he never made a mistake, and he really knew how to treat a woman and make her feel good. He would never answer her back even if she was in the wrong; and his clothing was always immaculate, shoes highly polished too. He was the perfect man! He never made a mistake. No one could ever measure up to George Sullivan."

Passenger: "An amazing fellow. How did you meet him?"

Cabbie: "Well, I never actually met George. He died. I'm married to his fucking' widow."