Eating, Drinking, Listening.
Had me tea so not eating right now, drinking stella and listening to the clothes drier because my wife has angrily marched into the conservatory (where I am and the drier is temporarily), and turned it on.
I’m guessing from the brief conversation that I’ve annoyed her by being male. Apparently one of her clients husbands is a useless bugger because he emptied the entire attic into the garage prior to them moving (and this client is a millionaire so the attic and garage are going to be enormous so I expect this was a massive piece of work), but he committed the cardinal sin of not itemising every single object and now all males, especially me, are a complete waste of space.
Apparently I need to drop my complex about something because it’s incredibly obvious that he is in the wrong and should stop lying about on the sofa in a comotose state and get on with the work at hand and I really should not be standing up for him.
We used to have a few drinks on Friday nights together and then maybe have sex you know. 😉Posted 4 years ago
we used to live in Chorlton. Friday nights meant going out drinking with Mick Hucknall and Gav from James. Really. And then we’d all go back to one of our flats and do various levels of drugs and *then* we’d have sex.
I never shagged Mick though. Or Gav. But I really fancied Gav’s girlfriend who used to cut my hair and would press her boobs against my arm while she was doing it.
I’m reminiscing, if you can’t tell. I loved those days.
Then we had kids and got married.Posted 4 years ago
Friday nights meant going out drinking with Mick Hucknall and Gav from James
I once got slaughtered with the singer and guitarist from the Electro Hippies so don’t you start name dropping sonny Jim. In fact I didn’t and still don’t know their names*. So there!!!
*I didn’t have sex with them or their friends either.Posted 4 years ago
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