Sprout, mushroom and chorizo soup.. Very tasty.
This guy watching the station. If he was accompanying his wife, wouldn't he just walk all the way to the platform with her ?
Seems odd.
Also when you go out shopping with a mate, does this happen to you? ' Turns around
'Does this hat look good' to a perfect stranger, 'Damn, she moved.get back over here, im talking to some strange man'
This guy watching the station. If he was accompanying his wife, wouldn't he just walk all the way to the platform with her?
Must be Vindaloo Brussel's sprouts!Doesn't a computer chef make that for Dave Lister in Red Dwarf?
Doesn't a computer chef make that for Dave Lister in Red Dwarf?
Sprout, mushroom and chorizo soup.. Very tasty.
This guy watching the station. If he was accompanying his wife, wouldn't he just walk all the way to the platform with her ?
Seems odd.
Wonder if he doesn't see you and wonders what you are up to:fbunny:I saw the early morning stellar drinker again the other day, but this time and for the first time it was in the evening when I was coming home from work.
He was arguing with the ticket inspectors to let him onto the platform, as he was meeting his wife off the train – they wouldn’t without a ticket.
Unfortunately I have to say that he was very very drunk, had a can of Kronenburg in his hand and was very aggressive.
I wished I’d hung around to see what he would do next, i.e. wait outside the station and meet up with his wife, and if that did happen, what her reaction would be towards him, but as he was causing a bit of a ruckus with the inspectors, I was a little worried that he would recognise me, so I just walked on by
...early morning stellar drinker...
Doubtless he's a railway buff and is simply raising a glass in tribute to a particular BR Standard Class 9F locomotive .Now there’s an oxymoron.
maximus otter
On the previous occasions when you have seen him, was he always in situ at the station by the time you arrived? Like Captain Mainwaring, I assume you have never actually seen his purported spouse.I saw the early morning stellar drinker again the other day, but this time and for the first time it was in the evening when I was coming home from work.
I'm still voting for the 'controlling husband who suspects his wife is having an affair and needs to be under his eye at all times in order to prevent said affair.' In my evilness I would creep up to him and say 'they have stationary cupboards, you know...'
and probably get decked.
Poor guy, sounds like he needs help, actually.
Wow! Do you know if they feel guilty at all, or entitled? If they are desperately needing support and resources, I could understand, but if they just want to suck others dry without giving anything back -- that motivation is so alien to anyone I am friends with, and to myself, that it's almost impossible and very creepy to even try to imagine what it feels like to live like that.I've known a couple of people over the years who actually admitted they drained people on purpose.
Wow! Do you know if they feel guilty at all, or entitled? If they are desperately needing support and resources, I could understand, but if they just want to suck others dry without giving anything back -- that motivation is so alien to anyone I am friends with, and to myself, that it's almost impossible and very creepy to even try to imagine what it feels like to live like that.
There's a bloke sometimes found standing at the top of our road who absolutely has to engage everyone walking past in lengthy conversation, he's the sort of person who tries to continue the conversation with a new topic to your back as you're walking away. I used to cross the road which didn't work as he'd shout over to me and cross the road. Then I'd just keep walking with whatever polite excuse I could come up with but that didn't work either. Now I beeline for him and bore the shit out of him first, deliberately babbling about the weather yesterday, today and tomorrow and that seems to work. He's not unpleasant with his conversation so everyone's kind to him but everyone also rolls their eyes in fear at the mention of his name. He's probably just lonely. I'm starting to become a bit fond of him to be honest.
As I get older, I don’t seem to be a nutter magnet anymore. I reckon that now when my face is in “neutral” I look quite angry so that deters them. Maybe when I was younger my neutral face was innocent gullibility.
One of the last was in ASDA a while back when a bloke came up to me in the fruit aisle, pointed his finger at me and shouted, “Your grandmother never bought strawberries on a Tuesday eh? Eh? Eh?”
Luckily, I seem to avoid energy vampires too – mainly because I’m retired now. I encountered quite a few at work.
One guy would always ask if I was busy and I’d hold up the phone to show him I was taking a call or I’d tell him that the five other people in the room and I were having a meeting. Didn’t deter him in the slightest. He’d start muttering about some imagined grievance and how he was going to write an “angry letter” to someone in authority. Grievances included an online photographic retailer I’d recommended to him, not selling kitchen appliances and dangerous currents in the river – the council were going to get a “very angry letter” about that.
He was always asking for advice, then ignoring that advice and then would start whining about the problems caused by ignoring that advice – never his fault of course. He was one of those people that when he spoke to you (well mumbled at your shoulder) would make you think "Please God, let one of us die."
Another one was permanently angry about everything and I was stuck in an office with him. Non-stop rage all day long – he’d fly into rages about lamp posts, milk bottles, birds, clouds anything. Our office overlooked a car park and that would always add fuel to his fire. We’d be working away and suddenly there would be a shout of “LOOK AT THAT *****ING IDIOT!” and off he’d go.
It was incredibly tiring working with him, we used to go home exhausted. But, it didn’t last long. I came back from a holiday to be told that he’d had a heart attack looking at a gardening catalogue and became apoplectic over some cabbages. He ended up retiring on health grounds and it really did wonders for our health.
There was another person, I’m not sure if I’d describe her as an energy vampire but she had a very strange effect on people. She would speak in a very, flat monotonous voice and you’d very quickly realise that the edges of your vision were blurring and you were starting to sway.
I thought it was just me but other people said the same thing. We later found out she had actually raised thousands of pounds for charity. I sometimes wonder if the donors knew, “I remember saying ‘hello’ to her…then everything is a blank and I’m on my own and there’s a hundred quid missing from my wallet.”
Angry people are permanently stressed so they're at risk of all sorts of stress-related ailments and are highly likely to drop dead or contract a lingering disease. To someone in that position a cabbage could be a lethal trigger.
brownmane said: Sprouts are NOT cabbages.
Tom Kerridge was currying them on Womans Hour yesterday- said he wanted to make them even more fun.
this bloke is 78 and is losing the plot. I have known him over 40 years and chatted to him when I see him but suddenly he escalates things to a full blown affair situation by the seems of it. Hubby is teasing me now. I give up!
Sprouts are NOT cabbages.
Ok I know that they are in the same family, but it will not convince me that they taste like cabbages. I do not like them Sam I Am. And yes I have tried them"The Brussels sprout is a member of the Gemmifera Group of cabbages (Brassica oleracea), grown for its edible buds."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brussels_sprout
Ok I know that they are in the same family, but it will not convince me that they taste like cabbages. I do not like them Sam I Am. And yes I have tried them
Shred cabbage finly, mix with thinly sliced onion and carrot shavings (use a potato peeler). Mix well, season well and steam for 5-10 minutes.The majority of people overcook the cabbage family by boiling and it ends up being grey, soft and stinky.
I love a sprout. Used to eat them raw as a child - they can have a sort of peppery heat they lose when cooked. As the Earthworm has said, overcooking is a crime.
I had a friend who years ago had a phase of dropping a sprout in random people's pocket or bag when the opportunity arose, & used to ponder on their bafflement & bemusement at finding unexpected veg on their person.
Yours
another sprout fan
I’m starting to wonder if he even has a wife – maybe he once he did, but I’m inclined to think not anymore due to his unsociable habit and maybe he’s stalking his ex..
He was there this morning by the way, studying the platforms, tin in one hand, rollup in the other.
I am so cross with you for not hanging around to check up on the 'wife' situation. I'm really intrigued by this tale of a stranger being told me by a stranger so keep being nosey ... er sleuthing, hide in the rubbish bin if you must!!
Sollywos x