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Eavesdrop by ENØ Bli33ard
June 8th, 2008 1:36 PM
Today I was outside of London for a change - to Silverstone, Great Britain's Grand Prix circuit. Today was nothing enormously special as the Renault Single Seater World Series was the feature race, but it was still a great day's motorsport.
In between races I switched on my iPod with my massive £9.99 headphones from Argos and funked out to Rage Against The Machine, then a bit of Coldplay :P But anyway, back on topic.
When me and my mum went to check out what our seats will be like for the Grand Prix in a month (Ha!, opposite the podium, front row, pit straight!), these two fellows were sitting in our seats that we would be inhabiting in four weeks. So I decided to get some (indirect) revenge.
After successfully listening to some music, I packed away my headphones etc and got my A5 sketchbook out. It wasn't really a sketchbook, though the front cover strongly insisted it was. I had a pen handy, and started to listen in on these two guys' conversation. I presumed that these were either old friends, or brothers. Make your own mind up on this one:
I'll refer to the older one as G1, and the younger as G2 (Guy 2). They were in their 50s, I'd say.
G1: What race is next?
G2: I think the Clios are up next.
G1: Okay, but I want to get a pint first.
G2: Be quick then - actually, I'll come with you.
*leaves*
By this time I was gutted, as this was pretty good eavesdropping potential. They came back AFTER the Clio race, and my mum wanted to leave before the processions had started, but I nagged her to let me stay here. I mentioned SF0 and she said yes (lucky me!). So they were sitting there, in OUR seats. I continued to dictate.
G1: Ah, that's a good pint.
G2: Yep, haven't had a good one in a while.
G1: I tell you what I haven't had in a while.
G2: A good shag?
*Both laugh*
G1: You're right, actually!
G2: You know what, my missus isn't up to it these days, you know. I'm 52 now, she's 45, and she's not what she used to be, I tell you.
G1: Well I've been out on the piss recently trying to pick up some young'uns.
G2: Yeah? Might have to try that.
G1: It's all good, got in with a Thai bird last month.
By this point I was wetting myself in laughter (inside).
G1: Mmm, you'll have to get down Landon soon mate.
G2: When are you next going down there?
G1: Tomorrow, so if you want me to give you a call and I'll pick you up.
G2: Nice one, nice one.
G1: So what's next? Meganés?
This was pure ZOMFG. I've never heard a conversation like it. Just goes to show what you can get if you try hard enough.
In between races I switched on my iPod with my massive £9.99 headphones from Argos and funked out to Rage Against The Machine, then a bit of Coldplay :P But anyway, back on topic.
When me and my mum went to check out what our seats will be like for the Grand Prix in a month (Ha!, opposite the podium, front row, pit straight!), these two fellows were sitting in our seats that we would be inhabiting in four weeks. So I decided to get some (indirect) revenge.
After successfully listening to some music, I packed away my headphones etc and got my A5 sketchbook out. It wasn't really a sketchbook, though the front cover strongly insisted it was. I had a pen handy, and started to listen in on these two guys' conversation. I presumed that these were either old friends, or brothers. Make your own mind up on this one:
I'll refer to the older one as G1, and the younger as G2 (Guy 2). They were in their 50s, I'd say.
G1: What race is next?
G2: I think the Clios are up next.
G1: Okay, but I want to get a pint first.
G2: Be quick then - actually, I'll come with you.
*leaves*
By this time I was gutted, as this was pretty good eavesdropping potential. They came back AFTER the Clio race, and my mum wanted to leave before the processions had started, but I nagged her to let me stay here. I mentioned SF0 and she said yes (lucky me!). So they were sitting there, in OUR seats. I continued to dictate.
G1: Ah, that's a good pint.
G2: Yep, haven't had a good one in a while.
G1: I tell you what I haven't had in a while.
G2: A good shag?
*Both laugh*
G1: You're right, actually!
G2: You know what, my missus isn't up to it these days, you know. I'm 52 now, she's 45, and she's not what she used to be, I tell you.
G1: Well I've been out on the piss recently trying to pick up some young'uns.
G2: Yeah? Might have to try that.
G1: It's all good, got in with a Thai bird last month.
By this point I was wetting myself in laughter (inside).
G1: Mmm, you'll have to get down Landon soon mate.
G2: When are you next going down there?
G1: Tomorrow, so if you want me to give you a call and I'll pick you up.
G2: Nice one, nice one.
G1: So what's next? Meganés?
This was pure ZOMFG. I've never heard a conversation like it. Just goes to show what you can get if you try hard enough.
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posted by Max Spud on June 13th, 2008 9:35 AM
Epic because you've got pit straight tickets!
oh and good eavesdropping right there..
I'm gonna be sitting in general admission, by the fence, with a beer and my binoculars.
Woo!
Wow, that's...
Just wow.
Nice eavesdropping.