It's been said that my housemate could be a one man sit-com. I've forgotten hundreds of Tony moments so, mostly for my own record, I'm going to post them here, but they're good for sharing.
It might seem a bit unfair, and maybe it is, but I want it to be known: I like the guy, he's welcome and comfortable in my house; but he's so odd, with an enchanting and aggravatingly childlike naivety. He's like my teenage son.
My teenage, 10 years my senior, son.
Saturday, 15 April 2017
Bisghetti
Tony: Woss that then? Bisghetti?
Me: Eh?
Tony: Woss that yer 'avin? Bisghetti, is it?
Me:....it's grated cheese Tone.
Tony: Oh. Looks like bisghetti.
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