In other news
I returned to Bristol this week, at the same time as a man-who-can't-stop-talking moved into the tree opposite my house. I heard his monologue as I was moving around the house, opening shutters and windows to air the place out. I ran down the hill for fresh milk and on my way back up a voice came out of the tree
'do you like my treehouse?'
.. he poked his head through the leaves and showed me a squashed phone and started telling me he worked in UX design at Nokia and then there was lots of Narrative and Content about an argument down the road, I tried to move on but it was impossible because I was trying to do it politely so I finally just had to leave him in full flow.
He's like a faulty car alarm going off the minute he detects someone approach. When a friend came to visit yesterday he followed them to the front door as I opened it he was saying ...
... do you like natural history do you live here can I come in I used to work for the river authority
People always stop the first time he hails them but then they have to work out how to move on. We've got quite a lot of drug dealers and alcoholics in the area so they stop for longer. And when he does find a friend he brings them across the road to sit on the pavement under my bedroom window where they chat on all night in comfort.
I'm thinking the man-who-can't-stop-talking and the Head of Large Objects position is a match made in heaven!
ReplyDeleteWell they would have the tree...
DeleteI just have rather too many barking dogs and two screaming toddle-bods.A hippy type in a tree would be interesting.For a while.
ReplyDeleteI'll swap the dogs and toddlers for the tree man any day
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