Let the show begin!
Well, actually we’ll begin furreal tomorrow, as I’m knackered. I’ve spent the day looking for a Valentine card for The Imaginary Girlfriend, and became so paralysed with fear of making the wrong choice that I seem to have returned home with four different cards, but all of them in their individual ways carrying a heartfelt but somewhat needy plea for the recipient to sleep with the sender.
So anyone out there want me to send them a slightly rude Valentine card?
That offer is open only to the girls. I’ve no objection in principle to sending cards to guys, but my puckish sense of humour doesn’t really fit into a guy on guy scenario.
About a dozen years ago a friend sent me a birthday card fully laden with love and kisses, only she’d lost my address and so looked it up in the phonebook, which is why the card ended up with a Peter Tennant in the next village over, whose girlfriend was not amused. Poor guy phoned me up and got me to explain to his lady .
Anyway, here’s Alice:-
I used to love Alice Cooper, and I guess I still do, though there are times when I have problems with the whole playing golf thing.
One Halloween I may have traumatised some local trick or treaters by opening the door while “I Love the Dead” was on the stereo.
At least I think that was what made them go so pale.
That’s all folks!