It’s not every day that you trip over an Indian and he tells you that he loves you….
August 20th, 2009Yup. It’s true. I am having an odd sort of day. I have managed to spray paint my face by accident, which was neither big nor clever. Then, feeling a bit thirsty, I decided to visit Chelt Express, a new newsagent over the road from my office. I walked through the door and managed to trip over an Indian gentleman who was crouching on the floor by the biscuits. In a fit of terror (he almost held his hands up) he blurted out “I LOVE YOUR FOR EVER AND EVER OK???” I stood for a moment, in a state of confusion before replying in a slightly bumblous fashion, “I was just after a bottle of water and a Freddo actually….And potentially a roll of sellotape if you sell it?!” After which I bid a hasty retreat, after a brief conversation with five or so more gentlemen in a group (the shop is clearly a team effort!) Odd times.

