The world is changing in strange ways.
Yesterday I sat in the pub, as I often do on a Sunday afternoon, having a few drinks with a couple of friends. One had had to leave early and the other was at the bar and I overheard a snippet of conversation from the adjoining table.
Sitting there were four elderly men, perfectly normal elderly men. What were these fine fellows discussing? Was it fast cars? Sport? Action movies? Perhaps it was something more highbrow? The economy? Politics? Religion?
No, it was none of these things. Instead they were engaged in an earnest discussion about the best size for croutons in French onion soup.
Strange ways, indeed.
Yesterday I sat in the pub, as I often do on a Sunday afternoon, having a few drinks with a couple of friends. One had had to leave early and the other was at the bar and I overheard a snippet of conversation from the adjoining table.
Sitting there were four elderly men, perfectly normal elderly men. What were these fine fellows discussing? Was it fast cars? Sport? Action movies? Perhaps it was something more highbrow? The economy? Politics? Religion?
No, it was none of these things. Instead they were engaged in an earnest discussion about the best size for croutons in French onion soup.
Strange ways, indeed.
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