Nutters,

talk to me.

or

Nutters talk to me.

With or without the apostrophe, both statements seem to be true.

An encounter with a motobility scooter bound mad lady outside Asda this evening led me to check whether someone had written either of the aforementioned phrases on my forehead. I have never heard so many expletives used by a complete stranger in the space of 60 seconds. Apparently though, the general gist was that taxis in Warrington are hard to come by. Just to be reassured too, the use of hyperbole (exageration to make a point - one of the things I learned in A level Religious Studies all those years back) is NOT DEAD. In fact, mad motobility sweary scooter lady gave me an excellent demonstration of it when she said
"I've been f***ing waiting all f***ing afternoon for a f***ing taxi to come and f***ing well take me home".
Had I had a mind to, I would have challenged her about this obvious overstatement, as she hadn't been there 20 minutes earlier when I walked into the store. But then, I should perhaps have challenged her about her language, or her general slurs on taxi drivers. Who knows.

We went to see Doctor Who Live. We left at the interval, as James wasn't at his best, and after the closing part of Act 1 being the Weeping Angels, I think he had had the bejeezus scared out of him - I know I did! The Judoon were very good. I wasn't desperately sad to miss the second part, except for the fact I missed the cybermen and Daleks. But it wasn't as good as I thought it was going to be - I expected the BBC Concert Orchestra...we didn't get that. Maybe the Proms next year?

All packed. Off to Mallorca tomorrow. Checked in. Getting the train to the airport as potential for traffic chaos ensues tomorrow with sections of the M56 potentially being closed. Not going to chance that!