I met a real life grumpy old woman yesterday. Yes, a genuine TV one.
If talking about yourself was an Olympic sport this woman would have out Redgraved Steve . In ten minutes she told me she wasn’t old or grumpy and that she looked much younger than she is. Wrong times three, I promise.
She then ‘enthralled’ me about the countless plum jobs she has turned down and dropped celebrity names like hailstones. All the time she was talking at me she was looking over my shoulder to see if there was anyone more important in the room - but sadly for both of us, there was only me.
She brought to mind the quip “That’s enough about me, let’s talk about you now. So, what do you think of me?”
I know it is probably just flattering to the GOW’s ego but… OH, COME ON; who was it?
I too met a man yesterday who began every sentence with “I” or “me” – what he was saying was boring, irrelevant and he was uttlerly charmless. I so wanted to tell him the above but he wouldn’t have heard me as he was talking about himself and not taking a breadth. Even as I walked away he was still speaking about himself.
There was an old woman on the train this morning (with a quite loud voice) sitting opposite a young man. I was in the seat behind and had to listen to every word she spoke. She did not know the young man, they had only just met. She went on and on and on about all the illnesses she had had and also went into great detail about an eye operation which she had had and and her optic nerve cut …….on and on and on – that goodness she got off at Clapham Junction. I was not only bored but felt very sorry for the lad opposite her. I carried on my journey to Purley in serene silence. Is it my age – do we get more intolerent as we get older?
….I’m too young to be able to answer that!
Anna May x
….and Mike. Here is a clue esepcially for you – a northern river.
Anna May x