There are times when I am talking and I hear my voice speaking and I realise that I am simply droning on. After a recent visit to Wisbech, however, I have to face the fact that I am mediocre even in my dullness. Everywhere I went in that town, I encountered truly talented bores. One or two might even have attained world-class status.
Here are two of the conversations that led me to recognise that I face extremely fierce - possibly insurmountable - competition:
"I can't remember what that road turns into."
"Is it the A31?"
"I'm not sure. It could be, although I think it might have been a B road. It could have been the B2027, although I'm not at all certain. What I do know though is that it joined the North Circular and, where it used to take four hours, you can do it in under two and a quarter now."
"It's all down to confidence isn't it, swimming?"
"Yes, if you've always done it, then you can."
"It's like riding a bike, you don't forget it."
"Jake's not keen on it, but Emma and Robert are."
"John's dad goes teaching swimming on a Sunday."
"Where's he do that then?"
"Yarborough. He doesn't go in though. He just stands on the edge and shouts."
"It must be lovely though, to be able to really swim."
"It's like riding a bicycle, isn't it, you don't forget it."
"I never go in the deep end."
"I'm quite happy if I can just puddle about in my own depth."
"I have to be able to touch the bottom with my toes."
"Believe it or not, my dad was a good swimmer."
"Was he?"
"Yes, he was, because I remember the first holiday we had we went to Scarborough and my dad had a proper black bathing costume and he went in and I started screaming. I thought he was going to drown."
"It's a necessity these days."
"It's like riding a bike, you don't forget it."
"There weren't the opportunities were there for us?"
"We used to go to South Park - it's not called that any more, it's a technology something or other - we used to go there on the bus on a Friday from school."
"It's like riding a bike, isn't it, once you can do it, you don't forget it."
It's that bike woman I admire. I reckon she could keep making the same point for hours - possibly days.
Please tell me she was over 80 and going senile. It's the only possible excuse
ReplyDeleteI could tell you that, nurse, but it wouldn't be true.
ReplyDeleteoh dear.....
ReplyDeleteditto, oh dear ...
ReplyDeleteoh, and you could work on your dullness because, you know, it's like riding a bike, once you can do it, you won't forget it...
Whispering - unfortunately, that is true
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