Mind you, I met a Ghanaian who claimed to be called McCarthy yesterday.
history, there.
seemed at least to be above ground and reasonably compus mentis.
O'clock deadline.
cd requested that I look after him. That was probably not her brightest idea. At one point, he was calling me grandfather for reasons I can't quite recall
Or at least no-one he could remember.
It's like someone has switched off my self-censoring function. I have a sniff of the barmaid's apron and then just say whatever comes into my head