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.
Friday, 2 September 2022
Chinese whispers
Tony was talking about the leftovers of a takeaway he'd seen in the kitchen. We talked at cross purposes while I forgot that I'd got a Chinese takeaway a few nights previously.
I asked him what it was.
Tony: Plastic fings, wannit. Stringy stuff...lettuce or summink. Stuff I can't have cos of me teef.
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