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@Dreeke@Anoukvdm I had a Dutch couple last night and they wrote down their (sur)name as what looked to me like 'slugs'. Any idea what it might actually have been?
Post edited by Halloween_Jack at 2014-07-22 16:20:26
Yes, that's true! Although, like Alison, I enjoy a bit of detective work :-) His first name is 'Jan' and he runs a company which employs 1600 disabled people. That narrows it down a bit...
Post edited by Halloween_Jack at 2014-07-23 04:09:35
I imagine you putting on your deerstalker and taking a bloodhound to the Netherlands to sniff out a concentration of 1600 disabled people. (Elementary, Watson. This type of rubber is only used for the tyres of Dutch wheelchairs.) The game's afoot!
Well @halloween_Jack, "jan slugs" is an very unlikely name, even for the Dutch. Maybe you can make a scan/photograph of his name in your guestbook and PM that to me? Perhaps I can think of a more plausible last name when I see that...
Peter - nice imagery :-) I do have a canine helper (although he's more of a biscuithound), but would need to enlist a Watson!
Jeronimooo - sorry I forgot to include you! Unfortunately, I had the chap write their name only on the receipt (as I didn't recognize the name when he said it, so hadn't a clue how to spell it) which of course was then given to him... so I saw it only briefly. Had a vague idea it could have been 'Sluys'??
It's a Tommy Hilfiger shirt btw, and it's my size.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
Nah, he was Dutch. Would have just wiped it on the curtains and then had a 'shmoke'.
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.
It reminds me of a joke. A Frenchman, an Italian and a Mancunian are in a bar, bragging about their love making prowess. The Frenchman say's 'when I make love to my wife (or mistress, he is French after all) she has such a wonderful time that she that her whole body shimmers and vibrates on the top of the bed'. The Italian say's ' Ah, when I make love to my wife, ( or mistress yadda yadda) she finds the experience so ecstatic that she seems to float about a metre above the bed'. 'That's nothing' say's the Mancunian, ' when I've finished having sex with my wife, and I get up and wipe my cock on the curtains, she hits the roof!'
The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ. Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit. Shall lure it back to cancal half a line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.