This morning having my morning coffee with my darling wife and a friend a tramp who, I was later told by the barman - had been drinking since 7am, came up to me, bent down by ear and said,
"Yoou arsehole.
You mean nothing. Waterloo, it means nothing."
and promptly left the bar.
Whilst I am impressed that Brussels has multi-lingual tramps it was pretty random.
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And to think I thought the idea that lunatics think they're Napoleon was a myth...
Arsenic. He meant arsenic. In the wallpaper.
Bugrit. Millenium Hand and Shrimp.
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