Walking through the shops before, dodging the plebs, I kept catching snippets of conversations.

I heard

"eeee, what are you doing going with him for? Have you lost your mind?"

really nasal, really negative.

I turned around and some ugly little cretin was deriding her mate for what I can only guess was her choice of sperm & kebab donor.

It made me laugh - why do people want to piss on other people's happiness? That poor woman could have found her dream man, or at least the type of (and only) man she could get.

I wonder how she felt having her ugly (probably single) mate chastise her for getting a bit of happiness.

Of course I could have gotten it all wrong. The woman could have been drunk, parted her lips like the red sea, and (well I was gonna write swallowed the Pharoah and his army but I'm not sure if that works as a euphemism for sperm lol)

Then I saw a lovely lass who I used to work with, took a few seconds for us to realise who the other was, said our greetings and then realised we were already moving on, too late for us to stop and have that awkward friendly chat.....

(also posted on my myspace blog)