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- 2 Oct 2019
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- Castle Cary
A fact to which any travelling contractor will attest is that we all used to run the gamut of life's oddballs and eccentrics when we checked in to the various boarding houses and houseshares that served as a roof over our heads from Monday to Friday ( I speak in the past tense as I no longer lead this lifestyle and I'm guessing that with the advent of WFH, not many of you do either).
Anyway, I once I had an encounter that stretched that particular maxim to the full.
Returning to my farmhouse B&B accommodation one night, I parked the jalopy in the barn, got out and made my way out across the farmyard when a figure emerged from the shadows and strutted stiffly towards me and announced that the Admiral Graf Spee, the WW2 German pocket battleship, had a length of 610 feet and a displacement of 16000 when fully laden.
There was no preamble to this whatsoever, he just launched himself into imparting me with this barrage of nautical facts.
I tried to politely extricate myself from the situation, nodding vigorously with a wan smile on my face as I gradually moved backwards to distance myself from him but he counteracted this by smartly sidestepping closer to me, bringing his heels together with a click that would make any parade ground obergruppenführer proud, until his face was inches from mine and he resumed imbibing me with Graf Spee related trivia.
I subsequently checked out and booked myself into Days Inn at Fleet Services.
Anyway, I once I had an encounter that stretched that particular maxim to the full.
Returning to my farmhouse B&B accommodation one night, I parked the jalopy in the barn, got out and made my way out across the farmyard when a figure emerged from the shadows and strutted stiffly towards me and announced that the Admiral Graf Spee, the WW2 German pocket battleship, had a length of 610 feet and a displacement of 16000 when fully laden.
There was no preamble to this whatsoever, he just launched himself into imparting me with this barrage of nautical facts.
I tried to politely extricate myself from the situation, nodding vigorously with a wan smile on my face as I gradually moved backwards to distance myself from him but he counteracted this by smartly sidestepping closer to me, bringing his heels together with a click that would make any parade ground obergruppenführer proud, until his face was inches from mine and he resumed imbibing me with Graf Spee related trivia.
I subsequently checked out and booked myself into Days Inn at Fleet Services.
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