Sitting on the water bus the other morning, a conversation caught my attention.
Two women seated in front of me were deep in conversation.
"Norrie's dead, she said. Can you pick up the grog?"
The second women turns to her companion in amazement. "No! Well, I'm gobsmacked!. Can't believe it!"
"True story. That's what she said, word for word." The first woman shakes her head sadly. "Norrie's gone all right. Young too ...."
Their conversation veered into a long discussion of the departed Norrie, his good points and his bad points (apparently well outweighing the good ones).
I didn't know Norrie but I can't help but wonder if she picked up the grog.