My missus comes in every night and I get a complete run down of her day. Tonight is was; some car on the M4 this morning, some Jo Malone body or bath oil I’m not sure what, a new green top, something about her memory card in her phone and the bloke in the shop saying something or other, something about something at work. Then she has spent the last hour telling her mate exactly the same on the phone – and I’m trying to watch The Bill.
same thing here pompete,usually goes like this, chris thingy should never have bowled the last over, wotsits should not have been played on the wing,some bloke called dinnerjacket winning iranian elections,cant get the right shaving foam, down the pub for a quick drink and you have to go thru it all again only in more detail.
Steady on G…I didn’t mean for this to be a man vs women thing. In fact we’ve got a bloke at work who just goes on about everthing all the time (admittedly he is one of them, so I don’t know if that makes a difference.)