@ 2008-05-03 – 01:37:21
I've said this before...
And I'll say it again...
Hahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhaahahahahahahhhahahahhaahhahhah...
HAH !
(Your political anylist signing off on this particular subject for the evening...)
You are wanking my chain,
Right ?
@ 2008-05-03 – 01:13:43
I went to a proper hairdressers today.
You might remember that my daughter tried to cut my hair several weeks ago, then said 'That looks really shit mum' (SLAM !!)
So I went to a proper salon, named after Alistaire and Simon and their paisley shirts.
Hairdresser conversation ensues...
Al : (Brightly) 'When was the last time you had your hair cut professionally?'
Me : 'Um.... Ahh...About, yes that's it...about 10 years ago'
Silence falls, salon fades to black......
Me : (Brightly) 'So how long have you had this business ?'
Al : ' 8 months'
Me : 'I live here, I've never noticed you before. In fact, even though I had an appointment with you I walked right past you just now'
Silence falls, etc etc...
How do you get out of these situations?
The short answer is... you don't.
You silently contract to shut-the-fuck-up.
But there is something just flufferly about having an appreciative snipper strutting around your Northerly bits, running his gelled fingers from your nape to your crown and ruffling you up.
After an hours precision snipping and me thinking 'My, your a hot gay...could I interest you in turning ..the heating down ?'
Dear reader...I blew it.
Tipped a fiver... (doh !).
*Flicks *
Goes home...
*Flicks*
The kids get it : ('Ooh Aahh, purty'.. etc etc')
My Beloved doesn't ('New shoes? Painted the bannister? New frock? De-flead the dog ?').
Flick off !
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