Mrs W thinks I’ve got a habit of attracting nutters.
She thinks it’s because I’m from the North (not sure how that works).
Take last week for example.
I was minding my own business, sitting in Starbucks, when in walks a strange looking fella.
The sort you should definitely not make eye contact with.
Unfortunately, eye contact WAS made – doh!
I quickly looked away, but it was too late.
He’d found his victim and made a beeline for me.
Of course, in these situations you look around for help but everyone is in the room pretends they’ve not noticed this rather awkward social encounter.
Yet, if you listen carefully you can hear them mutter, “Glad that wasn’t me!”.
So, I’m sitting shoulder to shoulder with a guy I’ve never met, who is clearly off his rocker.
He starts talking and I have no other choice but to engage in polite conversation.
You know, try and ride out the storm.
A few minutes of random jibberish pass, when I decide enough is enough.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’ve got a lot of work to do”.
Has a little think about what I’ve just said.
…then tries to kiss me.
In terms of nutters, he just shot to the top of the leader board.
I should have sent him packing before he even sat down.
Ahh, the benefit of hindsight.
Speaking of hindsight…
One of my mates just bought himself a TRX suspension trainer yesterday.
He was well chuffed with himself.
That is, until I told him he could have bought the exact same thing on Amazon, albeit a different brand, for £25 saving himself £175.
The TRX is a great bit of kit, but definitely not worth £200.
If you’re thinking about buying any fitness equipment or nutritional supplements give your Uncle Walsh a shout first.
That way you won’t be out of pocket and I can also tell you if you’re about to buy a complete lemon.