tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post2988408355916731843..comments2023-09-28T11:08:42.509+01:00Comments on love and a licked spoon: All changeUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-74292047499763019832014-10-15T17:35:14.760+01:002014-10-15T17:35:14.760+01:00Mark, I LOVE this story. One day I would very much...Mark, I LOVE this story. One day I would very much like to be A Character as it seems a great cover for much oddness and gives a certain liberty to do whatever the heck you want. I think that day might be soon. <br /><br />I remember when S and I were first married, we sometimes used to shop at a huge supermarket in Camden. There was a customer you could hear right across the store as he walked around with his little basket, shouting at the top of his voice 'The BEST of luck!' Everyone knew The Best of Luck Guy and he always made you smile, especially in December when he changed his schtick to 'The BEST of luck! MERRY CHRISTMAS! The BEST of luck! MERRY CHRISTMAS!'. Joy to the world, and all that...Lickedspoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10910664613805029106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-4290150252922969452014-10-14T17:17:21.274+01:002014-10-14T17:17:21.274+01:00Hurrah for change. Or not. What a splendid blog. I...Hurrah for change. Or not. What a splendid blog. It reminds me of a Spar in my home town where the two people who worked there had the honour of being Characters. Characters were people who we had no idea of their name, but they either cut such a distinctive figure about town or had a particular trait that they were notable for that they had to be refered to by a constant name. Perhaps my favourite of all was Christmas Cracker...who as well as having a tattoo of David Essex in Silver Dream Racer period on one bicep and former world number 6 snooker player Mike Hallett on the other, was known as Christmas Cracker as his glasses, tache and nose combo were exactly like the plastic ones you used to find in a cracker. In the Spar was The Then Woman and Changey. A typical exchange with The Then Woman might go as follows: 'Hello then. Two tins of beans then, spaghetti then, a newspaper then and 16 cans of Crucial brew then...that'll be £8.53 then please'. Changey was a bizarre forerunner to Peter Kay's routine...you hand over £20 for a £1.20 sale...and she'd put the change in yr hand and be all 'that's yr ten, yr 5, yr one two three pounds, yr fifty, a twenty and yr ten makes it twenty...thank you'. Noone ever went in with the right moneyMarkDhttp://www.otterfarm.co.uknoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-32247471366176625872014-10-09T13:21:14.300+01:002014-10-09T13:21:14.300+01:00Such DELICIOUS and wholesome blood, just in time f...Such DELICIOUS and wholesome blood, just in time for Halloween. Captain Picpoul always visits us when he is on shore leave, which is delightful of him.Lickedspoonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10910664613805029106noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5060008016421967331.post-74966885605398759452014-10-08T16:51:00.732+01:002014-10-08T16:51:00.732+01:00SCRONF. Also, such clean + lovely blood you will h...SCRONF. Also, such clean + lovely blood you will have. All the health! And is that our old friend Captain Picpoul I see?curlywurlyfihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02753446791995549551noreply@blogger.com