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I Wanna Be Yours
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Well done on the breakfast pic! It made me laugh. Who took that?
I wonder what type you look like to them?
Me. I stuck the camera on the window frame with some blutack and fiddled about with it till I got the angle right.
What type? A looby, I hope: “a lout, a stupid, clownish person"; a coarse, vulgar, pisstaking fellow; and someone indifferent to the way that glossily-photographed food has become socially definitive.
“The errant lodger, who owes me £360, has moved out…”
Can you see now why my own methods are fool proof?
Yes, and I wish you here now. Taking a leaf out of your book from now on.
i spent a few days in Cornwall. i have to believe that your current lodgers won’t stiff you. the people i encountered were absolutely delightful - despite their adoration of that thing called ’spotted dick with cream’. we giggled ourselves into fits over that…
the Guardian photo is spectacular! god knows if there were photos of me in my most private moments, i’d never send them out to the world for comment and review!
have to agree with you on the dress, too. it’s been a full 6 months since my last house dance party. i am restless. your video reminded me of the sheer joy of getting lost in the dancing - and drumming. off to chase down my local house DJ… girl needs to get her dance meditation on something fierce.
oh. and for what it’s worth? pissed outta my skull on a thursday night because it’s been THAT kind of week.
Spotted dick! Yes, a delicious thing to roll around your mouth :)
Thanks re the photo – it’ll be strange seeing it in London.
And yes, I couldn’t function without a regular dancing fix. There’s nothing I enjoy more. Fortunately there’s quite a soul / house scene here in the NW. And Trina likes it too so I don’t have to go like Johnny No Mates.
Extra points for using the word “pissed” correctly :)
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