The mystery message on my phone this morning: "Seven and a half years; that's what he's got. You must be a homosexual, you big poof!"
Any suggestions?
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There are two kinds of problems in the world: your problems and anyone-else-in-the-world's problems. Answer-phone messages about the sentence your homosexual lover got in Old Bailey is clearly in the first category.
Posted by: jorgen | 05 May 2005 at 14:53
The beauty of blogging is that your, in this case my, problems are anyone-else-in-the-world's problems.
Posted by: Tony.T | 05 May 2005 at 15:03
Coming to think about it, you are on solid foundation there. Then, since I don't have a blog, there are two kinds of problems in the world: my problems and anybody-elses. Hmmm ...
Posted by: jorgen | 05 May 2005 at 16:58
A solid foundation, hey? It's true, you know, I am a very responsible person.
Posted by: Tony.T | 05 May 2005 at 18:48
Someone who's too shy and/or socially inapt to say they want to be friends with you?
Posted by: Anne | 05 May 2005 at 22:32
I'm a pleasant kind of cove, nice looking in a dorky way, so if he wants to hold hands, all he's got to do is ask.
Not that I'd accommodate him, mind you.
Posted by: Tony.T | 05 May 2005 at 22:39
Dont listen to him people. He looks more like a dorky pheasant.
Posted by: DJ | 05 May 2005 at 22:46
I love you, too.
Posted by: Tony.T | 05 May 2005 at 22:53