Saturday, 1 June 2013

Wrong way down a one-way street*

I wandered into Cromer last Saturday to find something suitable to send to Princess along with The Freakin' Green Elf Shorts
As it was a 20 minute walk into town, I decided to stop first at my favourite little cafe, Huckleberries, to recoup and gather myselves for the chore of shopping. I took a seat in the window with a coffee and a piece of their exquisite chocolate fridge cake and gazed out at the passers by.
After only a few minutes, I found myself captivated by a good-looking young man with some sort of backpack who walked towards the bus stop. I couldn't help but stare as he strode past; he was tall, slender but broad of shoulder, with a small head and enormous boots! He disappeared for a few minutes just around the corner, but my light stalking persistence paid off as he returned and walked back the way he'd come from. He had very short hair, almost a skinhead if not for the slightly longer hair on the top of his head, and a nice but serious face. In fact, he looked like he could be a bit rough. If required...

Anyway, I saw him again the next day as I was driving through Cromer with Inexcuseable and her husband. He was on his bike heading the wrong way down a one way street right at me!

Perhaps this means something?

* Sigh... OK, then. Treat it as a euphemism if you must.


  1. "very short hair, almost a skinhead if not for the slightly longer hair on the top of his head"

    Spud from Trainspotting?

  2. Kindly do not send me a case of "Cromer Crabs"...

    You are meant to be sending Me a package... Not stalking the postmans package! And besides...
    I'm not quite sure of the local council bylaws but... if he wants to be an exhibitionist and ride the local bike in a one way alley... good luck to him... I'd be a little jealous too...

  3. this a Ro-MANce?


    Cromer is a small place, you'll see him again.

  4. Thankfully, not quite LX

    : Oops! Too late...

    I'll check with the council, but from what I saw, he's quite a big guy and didn't have a lot of room to manoeuver!

    Roses: A roMANce? Well, in my head it is...

  5. Well, you know what they say about men with enormous boots.

  6. That they must know a good cobbler?


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