The other night, Mr. Waffle and I were sitting
in (as opposed to the evenings we are out tripping the light fantastic) and it
was bucketing rain ouside.

Me: Is there anything nicer than sitting inside
warm, dry and comfy when itÂ’s cold and wet outside?

Him (pause): Well, the entire tourism and
leisure industries are predicated on the belief that, in fact, there is.

groupie

on 26 October 2005 at 12:40

And what about camping? The best bit about being in a tent is when you can hear the rain on the canvas outside, and you get to snuggle down inside your sleeping bag and drink whiskey – surely? 0
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beachhutman

on 26 October 2005 at 19:31

Sound man, Mr W. 0
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belgianwaffle

on 27 October 2005 at 11:24

Um, maybe Mike. Groupie, this was never a feature of camping holidays with my parents; I mean the whiskey. BHM, eh? 0
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beachhutman

on 28 October 2005 at 23:51

Very sound. Logical. Very sound and logical. And intelligent. Sound, very, and logical and intelligent.
Where did you find him ? 0
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belgianwaffle

on 03 November 2005 at 11:27

in front of a fridge guarding beer. 0
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In hospital, people were constantly sticking
needles into me.  One nurse said
“Vous avez des veines comme un bûcheron”.   I asked Mr. Waffle why they would say that I had veins like a cork (comme
un bouchon).  He looked surprised then
asked “could it have been “comme un bûcheron?’” Ah yes, that was it, what does that
mean?  “Like a woodcutter”.  Fantastic, kick the patient when she’s down.

belgianwaffle

on 27 October 2005 at 11:21

I dunno Mike but I wish I did.
Kristin, indeed.. 0
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