If and when I leave the supermarket, I’m really going to miss those snippets of overheard conversations and mumbled comments from the customers. People seem to think that carrying a shopping list makes them inaudible to others around them. Not so I’m afraid. Here’s an absolute gem that I picked up today in Aisle 7:
“Mum says I need a woman, but I don’t. I just need a vagina.”
Ross and I haven’t written anything original or thought about a gig yet, but we do have a name for our duo……… TAME AND WILD.
We’re so rock!
My problematic testicle is much less problematic now. My scrotum looks like a scrotum again instead of a lopsided coconut. Philippa says she wants to keep an eye on it and check it regularly and that is fine with me..
I made it, by the way. One thousand blog postings, including this one. Unreal. How will I celebrate tonight? By deciding whether to continue this blog, or kill it off at a nice round thousand.
I guess we’ll find out tomorrow….
RC 19-8-13
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