I can see you...

One of my favourite ways to pass the time is to people watch, it can be done anywhere, it’s free and you’re pretty much guaranteed to see something or someone amusing. One of my favourite people to do this with is Mr Flirt, he really gets into it. Because we eat out a fair bit, we’re often in good places to do it and end up making stories about the people we see.

One night we went to a local restaurant that puts on live music and spent most of the night people watching. We saw many people, including Woman Waiting for Blind Date, who had obviously arrived, seen her and left (I felt sorry for her, Mr Flirt just found it amusing). We also witnessed the group of ‘I may be 60, but I can still par-tay!’ blokes and the wannabe John Travolta, who was unfortunately more porn star than film star!.

There’s also the added element of fun when we are in the same restaurant as someone with a loud voice, especially if their dinner partner is softly spoken. In this case you only get the one side of the conversation and can fill in the gaps yourself, which leads to some weird and wonderful conversations. Though half the restaurant is left wondering exactly why the two of us are hysterical with laughter.

The thing with people watching is that you can make up the most unbelievable scenario for them and part of you knows that it could actually be true. It’s also an opportunity for shamelessly passing judgement on other peoples taste in clothes, partners and lifestyle. I’m always amazed by the amount of people who seem to forget that other people can see them. I’ve seen so many people do things like pick their nose, or pull their knickers out of their bum, when they think no one is looking. But that’s the thing, there is always someone looking, and yes, it’s usually me!