The triple crown
A beautifully placed try in the last 2 minutes against England
O'Reilly's Irish pub in Brussels
is in the eye?
On the bus before witnessing the above (beautiful) match:
Guy beside me, having glanced my way several times: Do you have the time?
[I show him the time.]
Him: Ah, 19:45. You have beautiful eyes.
Me, half groaning half laughing inwardly, mutter: Thank you.
[Blatantly turn in other direction and stare out the window.]
Him: Do you mind if we see each other again?
Me, a bit thrown in French vocab: Euh, ça ne va pas. (= that's not on)
Him: Perhaps not this evening, but during the week we could see each other.
Me, blank as to vocabularly for turning down a persistant asking-out by a complete stranger on the bus: Non, ça va pas.
Him, trying again: You mind if...
Me: Non, ça va pas!
Nutter. He actually acted slightly put out too. If there is ever again a similar occurence, I could just speak English with a broad Belfast accent. But it is rather hard to pretend you don't understand French when you do. Or maybe I should try the, "Sorry, I'm part of a body which is engaged to be married to Jesus" line - could be amusing. Of course, if I were Roger Carswell, without skipping a beat I'd have replied to "Would you see me again?" with "No, but Jesus will - are you ready?" Then again, if I were Roger, strange men wouldn't be commenting on the supposed beauty of my eyes, on the bus, in French.
Give me a beautiful try of the Horgan variety any time.
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