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, 8 October 2022
Sitting Downs
Tony had gone into town on the bus. There are train strikes today, so the buses are full. Tony's knee is still not right and he couldn't get a seat. I said that he deserved a disabled seat because he has genuine need.
Tony: Yeah, but there were them ones sat there. Me sister used to look after 'em. Big round faces. Slitty eyes. Wossit? They look Chinese but they ain't. Wossit called?...
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