Yesterday I visited Warwick (both the castle and the town) – it was an interesting trip, but an odd thing happened that may amuse some people.
I was in the crypt of St Mary’s Church Warwick and (observing my condition and the condition of the two friends who were with me) I said:
“Three bald men, gone red in the sun”
There was an odd silence from my two friends, and turning round I saw three, rather sun burnt, bald men – three thick set men, with tattoos.
I looked at them and they looked back. They smiled and I smiled and no fight resulted.
I wonder what the odds of this event were. The crypt was a small place and no other people were there.
A couple of points …
1) What were you smoking?
2) So your knee jerk profiling was wrong.
3) You can’t count.
4) Just what has this to do with the price of butter?
🙂
It means it was a hot day… I almost went to Warwick castle on Sunday, but ended up at Broadway Tower.
I see, the usual academic way of using 150 words when 7 would do……:-)