Strange and wonderful things continue to occur in my life….
An email from Dougledutch telling me that he microwaved his pants this morning on his boat and burnt a hole in them – ruining the taste of his breakfast toast.
Turtle & I finding an album consisting of the theme tunes from Arnold Schwarzenegger’s films in a charity shop and playing it all weekend. Fucking ace, particularly the Terminator Suite.
Sharing giggles on the tube with an old, rather large muslim gent who was suffering with an unfortunately loud case of flatulence.
An increasing propensity for members of the rat household to share bath time with each other – even the couples of the house. Pervy & odd or wholesome & unabashed? You decide.
A romantic dinner a deux being interrupted by a Welsh Mexican called Pepe, a boy with a hairy back and an ornate cock shaped vessel full of ‘special juice.’ Sambuccas were later given to us as unnecessary compensation.
Spending Valentine’s night rummaging through bins on Brick Lane searching for coat hangers with Helsy and then sniggering at morose couples on the tube that were staring out the window clutching droopy roses.
Perhaps the most wonderful thing of all: my brother and I both deciding to tie the knot this summer with our respective true loves. Life really is astonishing sometimes.
Slutmonkey + Feathergeek = True romance & excellent marriage plans.
Who would have thought it?
An email from Dougledutch telling me that he microwaved his pants this morning on his boat and burnt a hole in them – ruining the taste of his breakfast toast.
Turtle & I finding an album consisting of the theme tunes from Arnold Schwarzenegger’s films in a charity shop and playing it all weekend. Fucking ace, particularly the Terminator Suite.
Sharing giggles on the tube with an old, rather large muslim gent who was suffering with an unfortunately loud case of flatulence.
An increasing propensity for members of the rat household to share bath time with each other – even the couples of the house. Pervy & odd or wholesome & unabashed? You decide.
A romantic dinner a deux being interrupted by a Welsh Mexican called Pepe, a boy with a hairy back and an ornate cock shaped vessel full of ‘special juice.’ Sambuccas were later given to us as unnecessary compensation.
Spending Valentine’s night rummaging through bins on Brick Lane searching for coat hangers with Helsy and then sniggering at morose couples on the tube that were staring out the window clutching droopy roses.
Perhaps the most wonderful thing of all: my brother and I both deciding to tie the knot this summer with our respective true loves. Life really is astonishing sometimes.
Slutmonkey + Feathergeek = True romance & excellent marriage plans.
Who would have thought it?
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