Birthday cake for breakfast?

So…. yeah. I’m off work until next Wednesday. Everyone tells me “Wow, you’re dead lucky to have got all that time off”, and I suppose I probably am. Doesn’t stop it being really completely dead boring, though.

I mean, look. I got so bored I went and bought a car.

It’s quite a nice car, by all accounts – that Focus Edge I was talking about a couple of days ago; 3 door, 1.6 Zetec engine, Magnum grey – but only because they didn’t have that nice silver colour I wanted – and extra spangles; but even so, I don’t actually need a new car, given that my new job is in the city centre and that.

In a piece of marvellously fortuitous timing, the rear (or maybe the front, I can’t tell) brakes on my knackered old Renault 5 decided to fail on the way home from me paying the deposit for said new automobile. It’s probably just bitter, or something, but the upshot is that I probably can’t use it as a part-exchange against the Focus any more. I’m a whole £50 down on that deal. Bloody French cars.

Apropos of nothing at all, let me tell you a story.

The first time I ever took Naomi out for a meal was to the Saints and Scholars in Didsbury. Now, Naomi is Irish. Well, Northern Irish, which means that she can switch between being British and Irish whenever it suits her. But for the purposes of this tale, she’s Irish. Okay? Anyway, after being sat in there for a few minutes, I get the creeping feeling that there’s something a little bit, well, odd about the restaurant.

“Hey, Naomi, does this place strike you as at all Irish? I mean, with all the Guinness posters and things hanging from the ceiling and that?”

“Well, yes, it would. Ireland being the Land of Saints and Scholars, and that.”

“Oh. That’s quite embarassing. I didn’t know that. I didn’t bring you here because of that, you know.”

“Okay. You’re funny.”

So, anyway. Fast-forwards to last night. We’re in the Saints and Scholars again for my beloved’s birthday; the first time we’ve been back since our first visit. We sit down at our table and as I’m perusing the wine list, I notice Naomi looking around in a quizzical sort of manner.

“You look quizzical. What’s up?”

“Is this place Irish?”

4 Responses to “Birthday cake for breakfast?”

  1. nayf says:

    Man, that’s Sian-quality weirdness right there. We should team up and write about it. We’d make Millington^WMmillions!

  2. Lori says:

    I’m so glad Topper doesn’t have a blog.

  3. Mosh says:

    A mate of mine part-exed a crap old Renault estate for a new car. The Renault’s engine was literally hanging from the struts. He bought his new car and watched the seller drive off in the Renault.

    For about 50 yards. With a loud *PING* and a *crashthud* the engine literally dropped out.

  4. SharkyUK says:

    LOL! Good story (re: Saints and Scholars!) 🙂