This weekend I did very poorly in an impromptu game of charades. I was in a pub with a band and a deaf mute asked me to hand him a chair. It was abundantly clear that he wanted something, he wanted one of something, and it was just behind me.
You want to talk to me for a minute just over there?
You want one of our guitars?
You could knock me out with one punch?
Hold on, start again. Is it a book a play or a film?
Richard "speak up man" B
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