Overheard two men at a bar, discussing one of the barmaids:-
Man 1: “oh aye, you would but she’d take some shaggin'”
Man 2:”aye … and you’d need a pair of axle stands for her legs”
um … ? D’you think they were talking about the short one or the Rotund one? Lost on me.
I’m sure there were lots of interesting articles in the weekend Guardian magazine. Sadly, I didn’t make it past page 18.
Billie De Piper De Belle De Jour De lingerie
I’m 35, damn it, I should be LONG past reacting like this. I was reading the GUARDIAN, for goodness sake, I should be outraged by the objectification of the female form and the misogyny and the puerile attempt to shock weedy lefties with a double page picture of a scantily clad woman.
Billie in her knickers.
eh? eh?? phwaor
As as rule, Beloved Sophie and I don’t have arguments. Disagreements, discussions, a battle of wit and wisdom – yes, but not proper shouting matches. The closest we ever come is during DIY sessions or while pontificating about music.
The last such wrangle was over the meaning of a Cat Empire song. While not wishing to go over the details of it, in short I was completely correct and she was very, very wrong.
This week, it got heated fairly late on after 3 bottles of wine. I don’t remember the fine details but Beloved suggested I am “a crap musician” for reasons involving Paul Simon, Josef Mengele and the Bhundu boys.
I am ashamed to admit I had no answer to that.
Having finally admitted defeat, I bought several new pairs of work trousers this weekend as my old ones were more hole than trouser.
Wearing them today, I am delighted to find I can safely put loose change in my pocket AND open my legs.
Which makes me sound like a cheap hooker but then I always was anybody’s for a bag of wine gums and a smile.