How Lost Can You Be?

It all started at about 9 o'clock this morning. Actually, that's probably not true. It probably started a couple of hours after that!

Dr K had just dropped off her car for its MOT at the Mini garage in Bristol and we then had to drive to Yate to do some errands. Cribbs Causeway to Yate is a bit of a rubbish journey, but we discovered that the powers that be had built us a new road. Especially for today. How kind of them.

Heading back to Cribbs, Jo issued a distress call through the medium of Facebook. She was poorly but needed a bacon sandwich. You know how it is. As it happens, both the Mini garage, Jo's house and Scooby's: The Bacon Station are all within a mile of each other, so I offered to pick up a giant bacon sandwich.

So there I was, waiting with three or four other guys for Jo's sandwich. You know how it is with English people. We all basically politely ignored each other.

And then a man came and asked for directions.

'Scuse me,' he said. 'can anyone tell me how to get to the Harbourside Gala Casino? It must be around here somewhere.'

This caused general amusement as the guy was about seven miles away from his destination. There were several conflicting route suggestions and he was sent on his way.

More waiting ensured. But only a little bit, because a minute or two later, a small, expensive sports car pulled up and an improbably blonde lady stepped out, dressed in leopard print furs and declared:

'I'm a little bit lost. I'm looking for Trowbridge.'

It took a little while for the laughter to die down. Trowbridge, of course is about an hour's drive away... in a different county!


It's funny though, isn't it? Not the hilarious pathetic-ness of the lost lady. The camaraderie that is created by a shared experience. Particularly one that makes us all laugh.

There's me, a banker, a guy that looked like a builder and another guy that looked like he was probably a serial killer. In the normal course of things, we just wouldn't have anything to say to each other, but once the blonde lady had departed (undoubtedly to turn the wrong way at the motorway junction and pay an impromptu visit to Wales), we were laughing and chatting like old friends. Okay, I admit, I had to lie about watching the football. But it's the thought that counts.

Here is the bacon sandwich that caused it all, in a photo supplied by Jo:



It's possible that she's dead, now. There was enough bacon in there to stop an elephant's heart! Despite the potential heart attack, I'm still jealous of her bacony treat... I'm looking forward to the end of Veguary.