Just left my local. House of the rising sun was playing as I walked out the door. An Animal used to live in my street you know.
… when the lights are coming on. And i’ll be there. I promise I’ll be there.
The Happy Cats (with a former Lindisfarne member) were simply brilliant tonight.
My second in command (barely recovered from her near lesbian encounter) loved the band, even though she’s not too aware of northern music history.
But, even Peterborough’s aware of the fog on the Tyne.
I should say that, if I was a girl and I were to be gay, I’d fancy my second in command.
I possibly should add that I’m neither.
Right now, I’m on a bus to work. I’m relieved it’s Friday, doubly so because it’s going to be a short day. And, even more so because I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.
A friend of a friend stayed over last night. I guess he’s a friend now too. He’s a good bloke, very decent, but this time he brought his sister. Who also seems to be pretty nice too.
Last night, after she’d had a bottle of wine or two, she seemed to have taken a shine to my second in command. But I didn’t really think anything of that at the time.
Early this morning though, I woke up to find her in our bedroom, trying to snog my second in command and climb into our bed. I pretended to be asleep at first, thinking I’d leave the problem to my other half. After a minute or two, and after my second in command had nipped me to wake me up (that might’ve been around the point where our guest requested a threesome), I assisted in removing her from the room.
They’ll be leaving this morning anyway, so there’s no need for awkwardness or confrontation, but my second in command is currently in bed with the door locked.
Something to talk about over a beer.
I’ve just finished painting lintels and windowsills and cleaned up a little more of the mess left over from pointing the front of the house. The past week’s left me tired and achey, but not in a bad way. I think I’ve saved around Â£1,700 by doing the work myself and the exercise was probably good for me. Working so far above ground was pretty horrific, but It didn’t result in death or injury.
I’m not sure I’d want to go through the experience again though.
Right, my local (the three tuns) has a pizza festival right now. You need to go there. Right now. And if you can’t, go tomorrow. Or the next day.
I’m not talking about squishy takeaway pizza. This is real pizza (in a Sainsbury’s commercial kind of voice).
Seriously, just get yourself here this (long) weekend.
I’m wondering if this means that vegetarians will rule the world one day. Of course we all know that’ll be the case.