Little details from your day

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After a few pints of life-savingly cold lager (leisurely consumed on the pavement outside my local) last night, family breakfast was (predictably) a treat. Shouting, tears, wailing, lively debate as to whether playing with a Postman Pat figurine was an acceptable substitute for “listening to mummy and daddy when they are talking to you”, potty-training accidents, all rounded off with wee-soaked hugs. (Postman Pat, Su fucking Pollard – I am being hunted down by 80’s TV. I am now braced for surprise attack from Green Gilbert, or something unspeakable involving Jeanette Krankie)

I fled, as I had to work all day today, but I did put in an illegal detour to my local caff, and ate double sausage, egg and chips with about a third of a bottle of ketchup in balmy tranquillity, drinking a mug of fighting-strength tea as a bunch of burly geezers chatted contentedly about someone they knew who was a “second violinist” (thought it might be a euphemism, though by the end I wasn’t so sure) Wrong in a number of ways but it sweet Jesus did it set me up for the day.
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