Yesterday, my former boss invited me out for a curry in Newcastle as he wanted some advice on the way the company was heading. We agreed to meet at Central Station at 19:30; knowing Tom to be an iffy timekeeper (understatement...) I got the 19:00 train in from Ashington that was due in at 19:33, confident I'd be the first one there. While waiting for Tom I got his text to say he'd be there at 20:00, not a huge surprise. While I was waiting (and waiting) a quite pretty lady in her 40's approached me and said "you must be Steve, 6'3" and muscular?". I said "sadly I'm Bryan, 6'2" and a bit lardy". We had a good laugh together when I saw a much shorter chap with a similar physique looking over. I said "I think that's your date". She twisted her face, nipped over for a two minuet chat and dashed off double-time out of the station. 'Steve' (5'11" & tubby) looked well pissed off !!! I was killing myself laughing along with one of the station staff.
Tom then rang me to say he's fallen asleep on the train and was now at Morpeth, the next stop North! I told him to wait there as there was a train to Morpeth due in 10 mins. We finally met up in Morpeth at 21:00 and had a very nice curry in the Manzil and a couple of drink's in 'spoons (The Electric Wizzard). Business advice delivered, the Mrs picked us up and dropped Tom off at the Morpeth railway station so he coiuld get the train home (or to Kings Cross). All in all an eventful evening.