Most of the time the regulars in my pub talk shit to me. I don’t mind: their minds have been eroded by years of alcoholism, along with their faces, manners, and sense of smell.
This shit talk is either funny, annoying, or perplexing depending on my mood and how incoherent they are. But the other day, I was having a bit of a stressful morning when I heard one of the old men singing to himself. He was singing, “When you’re smiling, when you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you…” and it made me laugh nervously and walk away from him, of course. But - I couldn’t get the song out of my head all day.
So I kept singing it, and smiling. Then I got other people at the pub singing it – and they were all smiling. The day got a lot better after that, we had some jaffa cakes and a cup of tea, and I scraped the salmonella gunk out off the bar, whilst singing “when you’re smiling, when you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you…”
About Sophie
- Sophie
- Sophie formed from the mould found on the bottom of a writer's mug of tea. Not much is known about the writer, except that they were shite. A considerable amount is known about the mug, however: it was a white mug with The Beatles images on the side. Many believe this is the cause of many of Sophie's traits, such as her pale shiny skin and her treatment of The Beatles like Gods. Some might say Sophie talks too much crap. Some might say her use of large font is quite irritating. Some might say she’s a twat. All of these are true of course, but you’re the one reading the blog so now who’s the twat, eh? This is the blog of Sophie, and her adventures, thoughts and opinions.
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