Gazweasel is back :-)

I had a meeting in Bournemouth today. As I left the office I noticed that one of my rear tyres was flat. Decision time - do I change it, or go to the petrol station and fill it with air and see what happens? So I went to the petrol station and filled it with air as this involves considerably less work. Fortunately it remained un-flat and I made the rather sensible decision to hit a tyre shop and get it checked out on my way from work. Good job I did as the bloke in the garage said I'd have been lucky to have got away with another 2 miles with it! Anyway - new tyre on, and all's well.

Driving from Bournemouth to Eastleigh, one is lucky enough to pass by the town of Ringwood. In Ringwood there is a rather wonderful brewery which sells a most delightful Best Bitter. A short (1.7 mile) detour took me to the brewery and a flaggon of best bitter was purchased to welcome Gazweasel back to the land of proper beer.

I sat down at Mr G's and we were catching up on the last 6 weeks when the phone rang. You might recall Gazweasel's previous antics at cold callers - this was the best yet. All I heard was "Hello" repeated about 30 times. Then he said "because I dont want to talk to you - isn't it bloody obvious?" Quiet for a few seconds before "No I'm not he - I'm a burglar. I was doing a job and the phone rang and I thought I'd answer it"

I'm in stitches whilst Gaz is just about holding it together - before I hear "No, you hang up first" which was again repeated a number of times before he put the phone on the coffee table and went to refill his glass. Pure genius!