As it seems to be a slow time in Woosieland, I thought I would take the time to submit my application to Woosiedom, and of course supply the evidience to testify to my suitability. As I understand it, to be a Woosie, you have to have made a complete plonker of yourself, which is something I excel at, however, Sir Plonker would be unacceptable.
Three years back, possibly four, we were on our annual Cornish Pilgrimage to worship at the home of the humble Grocklebox. We had been there for a week or so, when there began a massive electrical storm. No wind or rain, very warm evening, and as dusk approached, the lightening became evident. The same evening, we decided to hit Porthleven for Fish and Chips, and after consuming the worthy repast, took a different way back to the campsite. Being now dark, the storm was utterly mindblowing, with both sheet and fork lightenening out to sea. So we pulled up onto a dirt carpark up on the headland to watch. The whole vista was lighting up as far as you could see, spectacular wasnt the word. Having a good idea, I turned the Ipod to the 1812 Overture and we sat watching in awe. The car park began to fill up, obviously others had had the same idea.
After about 30 mins, I turned to look to the right, to see a face staring in at the window, so I smiled and gave a cheery wave. The guy ambled off to look into the window of another car, and I turned to madam to comment that "he seemed a bit odd". Before I could speak I noticed the look of sheer horror on her face.
These people werent there to watch the lightening, they were there to watch each other. Yep, we were smack bang in the middle of the local "doggers". And it took us 30 minutes to realise. Does this qualify?
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