Good times

My friend Adam and I used to have a game we liked to play - back in our misspent youth when we still hung out at Alternative nightclubs dressed in black and wearing our Doc Martins. Good times. The game involve the age old tradition of People Watching aka Peopling. We'd pick random strangers and give them a back story. The stories were worthy of the greatest Tabloids and some of these folk, if their stories were true, should have been interviewed by Oprah and had a book deal in the bag. I'm not talking about short one lined biographies but epic tales, multiple characters that navigated their way through some pretty sophisticated plot lines. I wish we'd recorded some of them.

I've started playing the game again. I'm going to share my stories with you on this here blog. Yes sirree Bob! I'm bored I need entertainment so I will begin to entertain myself. I'm going to try get pictures of the main characters if I can. It'll have to be undercover. How exciting!

A 40-something lady shopping in our local IGA superstore a few nights ago was wearing a white vest top, teeny weeny blue shorts, the thickest woollen black socks I've seen worn in tropical (yes that means it is a warm place) Queensland and no shoes. I think she deserves a story.

I didn't get the photo but I can paint a picture without one. So watch this space for the story behind The Lady with the Black socks.