Musings and things that amuse me...

‘Hi, im Benedict.’ ‘Like Benedict Arnold?’ ‘Non.’ Do you like Eggs Benedict? ‘Non.’ Can i call you Benedict Arnold? ‘Non, Its just Benedict.’ Me: D’accord, don’t get your French knickers in a twist. Benedict: I can’t tell if i hate you or love you. Me: Its ok Eggs, you don’t really have a choice in the matter. Benedict: Strangely you’re right im sold, let me get you a drink.

I love making new friends.