Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Just the Sort of Shop I Love

"Damn... No spoffle-pins in stock? "
"We get them delivered direct, what size spoffle pin did you want, small medium or large?"
"Ummm I suppose I'd better get a large, just in case"

"It's on its way"

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btw: I used to live about ten miles south of Mikkeli.


  1. after yesterday... i think i may be needing some crudgins.

  2. Gary? Um.. Yes. that's the place.

  3. Jim,
    I think it might be the crudgins that are the problem down those drains.

  4. The photo reminds me of a Frank Gordon story. Frank was the aging diabetic from Renfrew who ran the power plant in the Sinai where I was stationed for three years. The expats had their own pub called The Globetrotters where I tended bar on Fridays, which was our Saturday. I spent nearly every other night there on the other side of the bar. One time I invited a coworker of mine to the five-O'clock club to meet a few of my friend and experience the general coolness of the five-O'clock club. Frank, looking disheveled and near-death as he always did, was the first to notice my beautiful but ditsy friend.

    "Hello!" he says (thick Scottish accent), "My name is Frank Gordon and I am very, very rich!"

    My friend babbled something.

    "I've never seen you here before. What's your name?" he asks with a flirtaciousness that somehow communicates his own awarness of how absurd his flirtaciousness must look and sound.

    She answers Lori.

    "Lori, that is a lovely name."

    "Thank you!"

    "Lori is a Scottish name, you know?"


    "Yes, it means Big Truck."

    I miss Frank. He was one of a kind!


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