Phyllis and I took a trip into the city centre yesterday. I needed to have my spectacles repaired by the idiots at Vision Express, to send some things off from the Post Office and to buy a sheet.
We arrived on Princes Street at lunch time and headed for Prêt à Manger. We like it there because it's usually chav-free. They're intimidated by things like crayfish, rocket and wasabi.
The lunch itself was nothing out of the ordinary, but the conversation was! Sadly, not my conversation, but this immoral bint who was sat next to me!
If there were such a thing as an Overheard In Edinburgh website, I'd report what I'd heard. The dirty madam. They were dropping Es like smarties. She'd got off with both her boyfriend's parents. One morning, after getting drunk, she woke up spooning with her friend's bloke. He was hard and his todger was in-between the cheeks of her botty. So she spat on her hand and let him in...! She'd used a champagne bottle on herself in a nightclub, right in the middle of the dancefloor. Her landlord had caught her wanking. She knew he was looking so carried on regardless, just for the thrill. She'd found a pound coin in her knickers and had no idea how it got there. Last night, she'd met this bloke after fighting over the same taxi. His cock was so massive, it wouldn't fit in her fanny, so they had a bit of anal instead.
Really.
At least she wasn't boring.
To have such a conversation is one thing, but to conduct it at a volume where everyone around can hear, well, it's a disgrace! Ian thinks they were just out to shock. If they were, they succeeded. Not with me, I was just appalled. But some of the other people in the vicinity must have brought their lunch up.
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Gaaahhh!!
And I thought the college students I heard on the bus talking loudly about their hook-ups from the previous evening were appalling. OMG!
be a pal. get her number for me. thanks!
So much for the famous British reserve.
Are you sure they weren't having you on, or maybe they were part of a new reality show wherein they try to get a reaction from other people. It sounds too outrageous otherwise!
Well, that explanation would account for the look of revulsion on Phyllis's face! She is a chav, no question.
I found a q-tip in my pants once, but I wouldn't broadcast that.
I love Pret! I LOVE it. When I was in London I swooned over that place. Sigh. I miss my Pret.
I never heard any of this - apart from the word 'wank'. I have difficutly hearing individual voices in a noisy room or where there is background music.
People think I am rude and aloof when, in fact, I am deaf.
Ina
xxx
OMG - you should start a blog, "Overheard in Edinburgh!" That would be fab! ;)
Okaaaaay........
Yes, indeed, you SHOULD start a blog titled "overheard...." :P
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