Overheard. *hic*

(At night, on the streets of York, with hearing attenuated by two small bottles of Jacques) “IT’S THE FINAL PILTDOWN, DIDDLE-DAA-DAAA, DIDDLE-DA-DA-DA” – a lad slurrily having a crack at karaoke, and I’m guessing he’s an archaeology student. “John, if you don’t come over here this second I’ll bloody well come over there!” – Another triumph for male psychology. “Of … Read More