You recall me writing about Alistair whom I met at the South London
Board Games South London Board Game League (SLBGL) – yes, him.
Anyway, we’ve been exchanging email correspondence for a while and here’s a cut
and pasted example of one:
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Dear Margaret,
Dear Margaret,
RE: The SLBGL – Or ‘The Sad Lonely Bustards' Gaming Losers!!'
Oh I do love an acronym, I really do. Call me sad, but that really chivvies on my floatilla. I must admit, since we've been exchanging emails it has really cheered up my sad and somewhat lonely existence in the bedsit. My upstairs neighbour has started line dancing again, well that's what I think anyway and by that I mean 'NAKED LINE DANCING' - lol, lol etc etc. Ha ha. ROFL.
About me - you asked about me? Right? Er, I was born Anthony Douglas McNaughton, but decided to change my name when I hit the ripe old age of eighteen. I grew up in St John's, which is near Deptford and certainly not to be confused by its almost (but more expensive) namesake St John's Wood. Ha ha. My Father worked on the railways as a sleeper polisher or something like that - he used to come home at 9pm each night and shout at my mother for buying economy ham. Happy days.
I went to technical college and studied hard for my BTEC First in animal husbandry. I once won an award for my guinea pig's agility at The Lewisham Show. She was called Buttercup and eventually, growing tired of the confines of the shed, decided to seek her fortune in sunny Dartford where she appeared as the stunt rodent in a production of An Audience With Karl Howman.
I'm rambling. Please write soon!!!
Yours (well I can be - at a price (not too expensive - lol!!!!!!!!!!)
Al
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Oh no, not again. Why do I always attract this type of gentleman?
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