The random, but sometimes surprisingly connected (but not necessarily lucid), stream-of-consciousness thoughts of an optimistic, heavy drinking, cantankerous, iconoclastic, foul-mouthed, devil worshipping misogynist who gets into fist-fights and lived in a damp barge in the arse end of the Thames and now lives in a caravan and loves to slaughter cats by the flinty light of a full moon while reading poetry.
Very silly!
ReplyDeleteLouise: I know - I'm beastly sorry.
ReplyDeleteOh dear indeed.
ReplyDeleteGreat one! Should send that to Private Eye!
ReplyDeleteHave missed you. Hope you are well xx
I have been looking for a new place to eat. But somehow the P & P Steak House just isn't drawing me in.
ReplyDeleteLee: Indubitably.
ReplyDeleteJenny: Why? Where have you been?
Char: Nor me.