Picture the scene guys, you have had a 2 hour bus journey, you are tired, thirsty, loaded down with baggage.
Ive stepped out bristol bus station which is a magnet for nutcases at the best of times. and this guy with blue hair starts dancing infront of me and asks me if i care about the plight of weasels, and would i like to donate 10 pounds a month.
I could feel the danger signs coming on. so i took a few deep breaths.
Its pretty common knowledge in chat im a alfonso on weasels.
Right i thought, muscle in on my turf will you, have some of this.
The colombian weasel or european polecats are we talking i said?
I used to work with weasels i remarked.
He had stopped dancing infront of me now, well i hit him with another 20 weasel based facts.
You dont care or no nothing about weasels i said, you are doing this for wages arent you?
No need to get personal sir he said. Well i said no need to dance 2 yards infront my face i said.
So how many weasels have you actually owned then i asked?
He starts backing off now,well im shouting he doesnt care about weasels.
Then its occured to me its 5pm rush hour and im shouting about weasels infront of traffic and commuters.
I went red as a beetroot and scurried off down the subway.
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