Sweet Moses!
I don't drop in for a day or so, and look at the chaos and mayhem that kicks off in my absence. A few things worthy of comment:
1. Bren is clearly outed as a Ginger despite the low down and frankly devious effort of getting his wife to lie for him. God only knows how you tortured the poor woman into complying. Anyway, it is good to see that the fine people of YD are too intelligent to be deceived by such a dirty trick
You are, from this day forth, to be know as Ginger Tierney. And no hitting the Grecian 2000 to try and prove otherwise. No protest will be accepted on this score.
2. I find one thread offering me a chance to have my arse be-paddled, and another one offering my 'services' to the assorted masses. I feel a career change coming on. I'll have to get some cards made up
3. Howard: for you darling - and only for you - I might be persuaded to leave the Toffees shirt outside the bedroom....
You just have to persuade Jules that you are under 35! Mind you, you then need to convince me that a man wearing both devils horns and Watford garb is attractive... could prove expensive
4. Mary ... I'll split 'em with ya. I won't even charge. Can't say fairer than that. Bags I first dibs though.
5. Jules, that's the absolute last time I have a conversation with you after a couple of drinks!
(I have a
dreadful hangover today. Unfortunate combination of red wine, woo woos and about three hours of sleep. It is fair to say that I feel quite unwell. I just can't do witty right now... I've tried valiantly, but my brain isn't working and I'm shaking like a b****d. I reserve the right to edit later to try and look more intelligent.)
Helen