Got back from Tesco this afternoon walking up the driveway before my crazy Irish, drunk next door neighbour and his wife started talking to us, apparently i'm a fairy who's out cleaning the garden at 4am, my friend is Elvis Costello and the other one is a pixie, which shocked me a great deal.
I feel rather uncomfortable now given it can't all be down to the fact he was drunk at 4pm.
anyone else have similar tales?
Martin