Tuesday, February 28, 2006

To my mind, there's no better television than the first series of Little Britain and much of the humour came from the fact, it was all only one whisker away from possible truth. So imagine my delight, please, when I went to a pub in Sussex recently. While we were sitting there, in walked three respectable looking old men with a small dog. Nothing odd about that UNTIL the dog climbed up one of the men and sat on his head. None of the three men blinked. They just carried on talking as if nothing was happening. And then when the dog got bored, it just walked across the shoulders of the men to one of the others, and back again. And the barman kept serving, and everyone in the pub was treating it as a perfectly normal thing to happen....

And my writing prompt is ... a strange thing on your head.

1 comment:

M.E Ellis said...