A couple of years ago, I came in from the garden one evening to find my wife sat thumbing through a copy of Model Engineer that I’d left on the coffee table. Not wishing to disturb her new found interest, I made us a cuppa and sat down with her surprised that she was still engrossed in my magazine.
A few more minutes passed then suddenly she chirped up” This bloke is definately trying a fast one!” Surprised at her remark I asked her why. “Well”, she continued ” It says here in the classified ads, ‘Topslide wanted for Colchester Student'”.
“What’s wrong with that?” I replied.
“Well, you Model Engineers are all middle aged or old, I bet he’s only saying he’s a student so someone will take pity on him and let him have a topslide cheap!” she scorned.
Once I’d stopped laughing I explained that “Student” in this instance referred to a model of lathe, not a pennyless youngster after something for nothing.
Well, it wasn’t going to stop there, being female, she needed to have the last word just to confirm that I was wrong. She mused for a few more seconds then triumphantly exclaimed; “Yes, there’s definately something fishy about him, he says he’s from Colchester but the town beside his phone number says Derby!”……..women, don’t you just love ’em!!
Martin.