Whilst on the bus the other day, a young woman was arguing loudly on her phone, with the other person on loudspeaker.
Of course, this stuff sadly goes unchallenged nowadays, but an elderly man eventually asked her to stop. She took zero notice, and Gina then asked her to do as the old man had politely asked.

The woman shouting on the phone then told the old fella to mind his own business, and turned on Gina, saying ‘ and you can shut up, with your dusty wig !’

Gina immediately went on Google to look up what that actually meant ( you’ve got a rubbish hairstyle and you haven’t washed your hair )
Gina thought she’d be really clever and shut the girl up by saying ‘ I’m only wearing a wig because I’m terminally ill’

However the girl took no notice of that at all.

Needless to say, to me it’s been hugely entertaining to say ‘ shut up you, with your dusty wig!’ a lot, since then.

😅

Lovely to see my old chum Russ the other day.
Known him since he had hair ( and that was a long time ago )

We did laugh non stop for 3 hours, mostly at the stuff that happens to me.

He’s convinced that I should write a book, featuring my stuff.

The thing is that I’d have to write it under a pseudonym or I’d get into a lot of trouble.
And how would I be able to get away with a pseudonym when it’s about a fella in a wheelchair that’s Welsh?

I’m not gonna make myself English, am I ?
There are limits on what I’d do to disguise myself!