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Hairy Cliff - isn’t that a Shadows tribute act?… :-)
Leaving your place unmolested was her last shred of decency.
Sounds like it’d be a lot less work from him to find a proper job.
Hairy Cliff is an excellent name for a seaside seafood restaurant.
This all sounds very exciting and promising. I especially like the idea of a day in London. In case you were wondering.
F: Look, if you want to advertise your gig, just say so.
UB: Yes, well we were getting ourselves into a bit of a lather the other day about food and drink, so the plan is to have a day in London, drinking and on the scoff.
Just thought–in the interests of cross-pond understanding. “On the scoff": an extension of a pattern in colloquial English following examples such as “on the lash” or “on the piss". I.e., to engage in an activity with hedonistic and usually collective enthusiasm– going on excess–with overtones of release from familial or other social ties. “Scoff": food. So, eating in this way.
Do you think the half-eaten burger was a her way of saying ’sorry’? No, me neither….
It looked really dismal–a little nugget of bedsit degredation brought into the macrame belt of polite suburban Lancaster.
Every time I read your blog looby, I feel more and more fortunate that I’ve told yhr UK to bugger off.
Not you, I hope you understand, just the general increasing pathos of life in EU land.
I must admt, I’d gave tracked down Gillian and extracted blood.
Be wary of the trainee teacher, and keep your bedroom door locked.
PS Check under the bed for “unwelcome deposits”
Once bitten twice shy… I’m going to be a lot more careful about giving the key out before receiving any hard cash.
Kitty’s only been in the school a few weeks and already she’s got a stock of stories about absolutely out of control little shits of kids, only 6, 7, 8, with equally horrible, unsocialised parents.
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