christmas day
ten plus one is twenty-one
last night beth, ed, lucy and me were in a pub somewhere in shiplake; lights twinkling and all, when a man in a kilt arrived at the bar. lucy screamed, 'hooray!' at the mere sight of the man.
and as he turned round, she lifted her red bull at him with a james bond-esque arched eyebrow look. and as he left, he shouted, 'i'm sure you want to know, don't you?', lifted up his kilt, and showed lucy as well as those lucky enough to see (yeah, i was one of them. who wants to touch me?) his ruddy english derriere. we were all glad to have spent time together on christmas eve.
and that's all i got time for right now.
hope yr all having good times, good times. if yr feeling down, listen to christmas by low; it'll take you to a far, far away place.
suds at