Hands up, I confess people watching is one of my favourite things to do
I love all people every strange and wonderful person on the planet
Last night I went to a music event that my partner was playing at in a village pub
I was in my element, watching the interactions between the closely knit village locals
To name a few of the characters I happened to observe, there was the aging “jack the lad “character who danced to every song. Loud and outgoing, flambouantly dressed in a lilac waist jacket , he acted as if he knew everyone in the pub. Whether they wanted to know him or not
His son was the next character, buckled up to the neck in his jacket, trying hard to replicate his dad but with awkward self consciousness, his head looking down at his feet as they shuffled in an attempt at dance moves
The young female bar staff, confident and happy in her job. Looking naturally good without trying, tending to all the characters in her local pub whilst occasionally singing and throwing in a dance move or two herself as she served drinks and collected glasses
The older single ladies on their weekly night out at the local pub, wearing clothes that were a size too small to try to emphasis their female assets. Clutching their designer handbags and teetering around in high healed strappy sandals, trying hard to convince themselves and others that they were enjoying the night and there wasn’t an ulterior motive to them being there
And where was I, sitting crossed leg on a chair in the corner watching life /people around me, as always
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