Courtesy of a work colleague and the BBC, a heartwarming tale of romance in Africa.
I heard a story a few years back about a train full of passengers travelling through a London suburb.
Apparently the train normally went rattling through this suburb really fast, but delays on the line meant that it was barely moving one day. All of the passengers on one side of the train who happened to look out the window were "treated" to the sight of a man, trousers and boxers around his ankles, enjoying the company of his pet goat on his allotment.
It seems that local police received around 20 calls from disturbed passengers reporting the man's activity.
I don't know, you head down to your allotment for a bit of peace and quiet and a quick fumble with your goat, and a trainload of strangers report you to the police. What's the world coming to?
1 comment:
Lest we forget why always a goat? What about the GOOD old sheep :0)much neglected of late.
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