This morning on my way to get the train to Barnsley I bump in to Tony, a good friend from Liverpool who I found out later is in Nottingham on a 2 day job. He seemed surprise but delighted to see me in Nottingham. He bounds over like a walloping great puppy dog and says hello, grinning all over his face. But today Im in one of my mischievous moods again, so I make out I dont know him. Tony looks quizzical as if things arent quite registering. He laughs and says its Tony, waiting for some sign of recognition in my face. But I was on form today, not a glimmer did I give him. He doesnt understand and starts yammering. Then at last I show a sign of realisation and say from your accent you must be from Liverpool. Tony grins and nods enthusiastically. I carry on so you must think Im my twin brother Tom, he lives in Liverpool. After a bit of elaboration and assurance that this happens all the time, especially when Tom lived in Nottingham Tony feels better and we laugh at his mistake. He reliably informs me that now he looks he can see a lot of differences between me and my twin brother Tom especially the eyes and nose and that Tom always looks a scruff and terrible hairstyles. We both laugh at poor scruff Tom and his wayward hair (my eyes narrow while I make a mental note to self to visit Burtons and make revenge plans on Tony). As we walk he relates how he met my twin brother Tom and numerous little anecdotes which bore only a slight resemblance to the truth as I remember them. Then he played right into my hands :-D. He says Tom does all this Derren Brown stuff with mind reading and alike and then what Ive been waiting for he asks if I can too. I assure him I am much better than Tom and in fact I taught him all the swank git knows. We laugh again and I say Ill give him a demonstration since I have never met him before. Tony eagerly agrees. So using my wealth of knowledge gleaned from 3 years of friendship, I proceed to reveal his life and darkest secrets (but not in too much detail lest he suspects). The phrase hook line and sinker sprang to mind. All there was left was to reel him in and leave him flapping helpless like a big scouse fish. So I reveal his secret which nobody knows not even Tom (coz hes forgotten I was there witnessing the disturbing occurrence). He was floored and visibly shaken. I then gave him the name of some random horse that will win today (which he eagerly wrote down) He asked if I could tell him anymore winning horses, I said no sorry everybody gets one (quote from family guy :-D). We parted laughing, Tony clutching tightly the name of his winning horse heading straight for William Hill bookies. I stand and watch him walk away waving saying say hi to Tom for me while thinking That will teach you Tony for setting me up with the most hideous and grotesque blind date ever in the history of the world 3 years ago. How you laughed for weeks afterwards. How you spread it around when I begged you to keep my shame a secret. Well Tony mate vengeance is sweet and best served ice ice cold with a bet on a loosing horse :-D Now I bet youre wondering what was Tony hideous grotesque secret Id. Witnessed that will be part 2 of Toms vengeance :-D And as far as my blind date - just dont go there youve seen what happened to Tony Mmmmwwaaaahhhh :-D
Posted on: Fri, 31 Jan 2014 16:12:08 +0000
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