Sunday, August 20, 2006

Alone Again (Naturally)

Lyrics penned by the great Gilbert and Sullivan cannot do justice to the emptiness I'm feeling at the moment. The son and heir has, as predicted, done his dash to Sussex, taking Charlene and the grandkids with him. Well, I've always known he was a mummy's boy, but quite what he sees in that Judas from the BTP, lord alone knows.

Now, where did I put that will?

5 Comments:

At 12:28 pm, Blogger Lucy Mail said...

Maybe he just finds it a little confusing, being told what to to by someone that appears to have a pussy in their beard?

 
At 10:34 am, Blogger The Angina Monologues said...

That reminds me, maybe a trip over to Dirty Gerty's in Cliftonville will cheer me up.

 
At 10:57 am, Blogger Lucy Mail said...

Do take the cat out of your beard first, regardless of how little respect you have for the lady.
I sat on one, in the nude, once and found myself not able to sit on anything for a good while afterwards.

 
At 12:33 pm, Blogger The Angina Monologues said...

That's not a scratch on what happened to me when I accidentally spilt liver and bacon on my lap in the police canteen, and then had to participate in a dog training exercise that afternoon. They're meant to go for your padded arm!

 
At 11:20 am, Blogger sfdretywu said...

I've often found that a pair of rolled up socks down the front of one's pants can lend protection against that kind of thing.
I've yet to find a good excuse for shaving my chest, though!

 

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