Conversations with Strange Men Part Two

This took place in The Brudenell Hotel when I sat on an opposing sofa and ended up chatting to a a rather nice chick-lit reading builder! After some pleasantries about the shoddy service and the beautiful weather, here's how it went.

Him: So you're working now then? (nodding at my lap top)
Me: No, not really. I'm just doing emails, updating my blog.
Him: What is a blog exactly?
Me: A web log. Kind of a diary.
Him: What for?
Me: Well mine was to publicize my book, but...
Him: Oh you're a writer!
Me: Er.. kind of...maybe...
Him: What sort of books?
Me: Book. A novel. But I've just heard the second one has been rejected so...
Him: Never mind it must be such an amazing feeling having a book published. Knowing that you wrote that and it's out there and people are buying it.
Me: Well yes... I had kind of forgotten how exciting it was at the time... Thanks you've reminded me, it is pretty cool and funky.
Him: I'd love to write a book. I do write but never finish anything.... I did inspire a famous story once however.
Me: Really?
Him: I'm a builder and I went to see this customer and she told me the problem and asked: Can you fix it? I said, yes we can! She was the author of Bob The Builder.
Me: You're kidding!
Him: No.
Me: So you're kind of a guru builder. You inspire writers. Maybe I should hire you!
Him: Er... have to go now. Got a call to make.
Me: Oh OK. Nice meeting you. What's your name?
Him: Bob. Bob the Builder.