Dear Gladys
A monthly advice column
Dear Gladys, I am of a
naturally sour and taciturn disposition and to my certain knowledge the last
time I smiled was during the winter of 1947. Have you any advice to give me
which might make it easier to find friends? Loner of Dummer.
Dear
Loner of Dummer, while I think that your
nature is now too settled to be altered in any way, might I suggest that you
join the locomotive department of the Mid Hants Railway where you will at least
find yourself feeling quite at home.
Dear Gladys, I enjoy being
shouted at and having my faults pointed out in no uncertain terms. As I am
extremely ugly and poor, I am unlikely to marry and so to have a wife to carry
out these duties. Can you suggest another way in which I can be corrected in a
terse and unambiguous manner? Nomates of Four Marks.
Dear
Nomates of Four Marks, You could try
joining the Mid Hants Railway and turning up for Platform Duty in white
trainers and a Hi-Vis anorak when Stewart Legg is about.
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