We have this mate. Tommy. 15 years later I still have no idea how he does it.
Taking the extended family to the pub for lunch, Tommy in deep conversation with family member and ends up sitting at the table with us all.
Or the man who turns up at the summer barbeque with a blue streak in his hair as he chats up all of my sons’ female friends.
The quintessential freeloader. Conversation hijacked and not one pint or one yorkshire pudding or one steak paid for.
Then we all look at each other and go WTFluff just happened there?
Deaf, Dumb and Blind 60something year old bachelor vibes, much?
Shrug.
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