David Bowie used to hide under the table to avoid Roger Moore

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Not sure I've hidden totally but I've tried to stay very still and ignore the door on a few occasions.

Meeting people in the street is thing I dislike, especially if they're going in the same direction as me and have a tendency to walk too slowly. I've also started trying to avoid the local benign nut job. He lives along the road and seems okay at first (well, as okay as you can be as someone who regularly goes and sits out on a bench near his house to have a cigarette and a can of Stella) then after being derailed by him two or three times, you realise that he will manouvre it round to Bernard Cornwell's Sharpe books (and/or the TV adaptation) and from there (via brief mention of Napoleon) to the SAS who are indoubtedly already in North Korea, in deep cover, in case things kick off.
Sounds canny cool. Love a good Sharpe novel.
 
Our lasses grandad comes round all the time at the most awkward times and always wants to stay for a cup of tea and to tell the same stories. Not going to lie we’ve hid a few times including the kids :lol:
I used to do this, then he died suddenly one night and I beat myself up about it for years. Still do 20 years later
 
I'd forgotten those! Both brilliant. I'm working my way through them. I'm a bit distracted as I realise whenever Jimmy Hill's on I keep pulling a similar face. :lol:
:lol: Aye I'm gonna start on them tomorrow on me day off...may as well make the most of the day! Hopefully I won't start quoting Pesci and threatening customers at work!
 
Not sure I've hidden totally but I've tried to stay very still and ignore the door on a few occasions.

Meeting people in the street is thing I dislike, especially if they're going in the same direction as me and have a tendency to walk too slowly. I've also started trying to avoid the local benign nut job. He lives along the road and seems okay at first (well, as okay as you can be as someone who regularly goes and sits out on a bench near his house to have a cigarette and a can of Stella) then after being derailed by him two or three times, you realise that he will manouvre it round to Bernard Cornwell's Sharpe books (and/or the TV adaptation) and from there (via brief mention of Napoleon) to the SAS who are indoubtedly already in North Korea, in deep cover, in case things kick off.

Bloody hell man, most of us on here pay good money for worse entertainment than that.
 
I've also started trying to avoid the local benign nut job. He lives along the road and seems okay at first (well, as okay as you can be as someone who regularly goes and sits out on a bench near his house to have a cigarette and a can of Stella)
You say that as though there's something amiss in doing what he's doing.
 
http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-e...nd-007-friends-dylan-jones-book-a7965561.html

A new book tells the story that when David Bowie moved to Switzerland at the end of the 70s, he didn’t know anybody there.

One day, about half-past five in the afternoon, there’s a knock on the door, and there he was: ‘Hello, David.’ Roger Moore comes in, and they had a cup of tea. He stays for drinks, and then dinner, and tells lots of stories about the James Bond films. They had a fantastic time - a brilliant night.

But then, the next day, at 5.30… Knock, knock, it’s Roger Moore. He invites himself in again, and sits down: ‘Yeah, I’ll have a gin and tonic, David.’ He tells the same stories - but they’re slightly less entertaining the second time around.

It was apparently here where the burgeoning friendship came to an end. After two weeks of Moore turning up at 5.25pm - literally every day - David Bowie could be found underneath the kitchen table pretending not to be in.

Brilliant. We've all done it. I used to hide behind the settee from a boring friend of my sister's. :lol:
We did the same in our house but it was always from the rent or the provi gadgie.
 
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