In a message dated 4/19/2007 1:59:59 P.M. Pacific Daylight Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes: Round here there is a slightly crazy, but harmless old lady who has, I think, some form of logorrhea. At least, she never stops talking to people. You can be standing at the bus stop and she'll approach you and address you in mid-sentence, as if you've known each other for ever, and have been conversing for hours.
"and then John knocked on the door and I said 'do you want a cup of tea?' but he was in a hurry, you know what he's like, and my back's been playing up again, like that man on the telly, he was on last night. He does make laugh, but I don't like Bruce Forsyth. Jean does though, she's always talking about him. And I only had 2 pounds in my purse so I had to put the sherry back" and so on and so on. Then you get on the bus and she continues the conversation from exactly the same place with another complete stranger, as if every new stranger was her oldest friend. That's what blogging is like. Bob =========== ROLF. Marnie aka Doe ************************************** See what's free at http://www.aol.com. -- PDML Pentax-Discuss Mail List [email protected] http://pdml.net/mailman/listinfo/pdml_pdml.net
