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Society: Hi. Bit of a long story. Sad in the beginning; but it has its highlight.
In July 2010 my partner died of a heart attack; a couple of months later one of my sisters and her husband invited me to stop with them awhile. I did so, and one Sunday my brother-in-law, along with his son, took me to a pub for Sunday lunch, where I had a delicious hotpot style stew with a gravy you'd sell your grandmother for. Anyway, I had finished the stew but was grieved to give over the dish without mopping up the gravy, so I asked the waitress for a spoon. On the next table four "big" people were ordering chips by the bucket load, and when they heard me ask for a spoon, thought it was funny, and when asked by their waitress what were they laughing at, the biggest (and greediest I might add) said, "Spoonboy there." The upshot of this being a nickname I like, but, grieving the bucket load people, I laughed along with them. So that is how Spoonboy was born.
Who knows! I could be a superhero...
...Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No! It's Spoonboy.