An ignorant twat

Dawn over the Isle of Grain, North Kent

This morning was gorgeous!

I awoke to a phone call from fellow Scrubber Roy at 6.20am informing me that a probable Osprey had just flown over the Scrubs. Of course, Saturday mornings are football mornings for me, so I had to suppress my instinct to jump up and run to The Scrubs. Instead, a short while later, I was sprawling spectacularly in between the goal posts. We won 4-2.

Later this evening I attended a drinks party held by another Scrubber, David Jeffreys, who wanted to celebrate his recent clean bill of health after having gone through minor heart surgery a few months ago. As I walked into his living room a drunken twat piped up and said "He looks like Stevie Wonder! It's Stevie Wonder!" He thought that he was hilarious. My retort was curt. In a load sarcastic voice I replied "That was really funny. That was original. How long did it take you to think that one up?"

Embarrassed, he quickly shut up and barely said a word for the remaining 30 minutes that he stayed at the gathering. After which he left, drunk, to drive home. 

I think that says it it all.