August 21, 2005

Today I was talking about my need to find a decent shoe repairer in Leicester. I was telling Brad about the old school Italian bootmaker that my mum used to take her shoes to.

Brad: so he was a real..what are they called?
Me: a cobbler
Brad: yeah, I was going to say farrier
Me: no
Brad: yeah, not a farrier, they make hats

Arrrhh! At least our train doesn't actually arrive in St Pancreas (another Bradism). I love him, I do, he just comes out with funny shit sometimes.


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