I've got a new hobby . . . . a couple of days a week, I spend two hours bellringing. Some people find it an odd thing to do with your time, but I find it very therapeutic. The bus driver seems less keen on it, though.
I've had to give up being a kleptomaniac . . . . it was stressing me out so much that I just couldn't take any more.
I got sick of being called asking if I’d been in a car accident. Eventually I said 'yes.' What happened, he asked ? The other driver ran into the back of me I said. Then what ? I chased after him and smashed into him head on, I said. The guy was salivating. Any passengers, he asked ? Yes . . . . my young son was next to me and the other driver had a young girl with him. Great, he said, where was this ? It was Ocean Road in 'Sheels, I said, on the dodgems. The what ? The dodgems at the fair. Click.
