Pass it on

At the cinema this evening I met Geoffrey Durham wearing a long blue raincoat and a frown. Geoffrey, that is, not I. I said, hello! Are you Geoffrey Durham? Yes, he snapped, without even greeting my eyes, and off he flew, leaving me with nothing but that one fleeting word. How rude! I thought, I mean really, how rude. Now, I'm not his biggest fan, I'll give you that, I haven't exactly got his picture in my wallet, but I have a fondness for the guy, I'll watch him if he's on, I won't flip the channel, I'll tune in. Not now though, no, now every time I see him on screen I shall remember his nonchalant discourtesy, his cold dismissal and aloofness. And if I watch with another I shall relate this story, I'll tell how he denied me to my face and walked off. And those people I tell will tell five others. And those shall tell five more. Soon everyone all over the world will know the truth. Man, I wouldn't like to be in his shoes.

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Please Note: I'm wrong, and an idiot. Please read this and this and see how wrong I was.