Friday 11 November 2011

Pitiable



"What can you say about people who walk on places like this in such depressing conditions?"



"Why bother? There is nothing whatever to see. It's wet under foot. The fog just gets thicker the further you go."



"Mind you, it's just what I've always said about that man. He's completely mad. You would have to be mad to go across the moor on a morning like this, supposedly for pleasure!!. Pitiable really. It must be some kind of obsession. As I say there's absolutely nothing to see."



".....absolutely nothing. You're better off in the office planning the Christmas shopping."

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