Thread: He was the sort of man ...

Pretentious twaddle. Do you test your body movements before writing about them? If I sit with my entire spine vertical and just angle my eyes, the best I can manage to see is about three feet in from the skirting board on the opposite side of the room.

Pretentious was the word that sprang to my mind as well, of course i didn't try it out, I am not a ****. He, however, was. He was sat on the train with a home made haircut, dressed in soon to be charity shop clothing, looked like an escapee from a Serious Christian centre. I might have exaggerated the uprightness a little, but he was real. The hands were the most striking feature, very pink, very clean and held up as though to display the fact they never did anything useful.

Most of my people here are based on someone I have seen, though for some reason the weirder ones seem to be on buses rather than trains.

I’ll drink to that. Perhaps it’s the greater sense of urgency associated with trains – all the suits and dinks and yuppies rushing off about their business, up and down crowded escalators and through turnstiles, where the whackos (metaphorically) don’t fit, whereas the buses have, in general, more of a slower, village High Street aura about them and would attract them like flies to horse droppings. I’ve seen them in both environments but still favour the buses as their preferred targets. And I imagine it may still be possible to avoid paying on a bus far more easily than on a train.

Well, that’s my story, anyway.

he was the sort of man that always had something up his sleeve, whenever whatever wherever and was never defeated.

He was the sort of man who thought that 'expectant' should always replace 'pregnant', which was far to explicit to be considered decent.

He was the sort of man who was continuously astounded by his fellow man's capacity toresist knowledge and remain ignorant.

He was the sort of man who was relieved to discover Prince Charles had a power of veto. "After all one wouldn't want to think of Cameron and Klegg Running things totally unsupervised."

''he was the sort of man who lured himself into believing that dellusions are a magic trick and so whenever he saw the magic man he knew how to laugh''

he was the sort of man that new that parrallel will eventually meet albeit it he was led to believe that two parallels actually did not.
go figure!!

He was the sort of man who wore at least two band-aids and three rings on each hand.

He was the sort of man whose most recent meal was always an exotic and unusual dish, eaten in the company of famous and desirable people That was unless you had recently had a similar experience. In that case he had just had pie and mash with a bunch of ordinary working blokes, and managed to make you feel pretentious about your company and licentious about your pleasure.

Off Topic:

Our neighbour across the street is just like that. We've given him the acronym FIGJAM.

He was the sort of man who'd snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.

He was the kind of man you loved and hated all at the same time. The kind of man you wanted to punch in the gut while you made love to him.

He was the sort of man that never spoke a word because he felt that he didn't need to.