Thursday, September 27, 2007

Train a Coming!

Reading the economist on the train this morning, I drifted off to sleep. It has that sort of effect. I woke a bit later in the middle of a dream about buying a lovely house, to discover I had an erection. I must becoming some kind of capitalist whore.

Unfortunately it was fairly apparent through my trousers, just hope I didn't mumble anything about damp proofing in my sleep. Or extensions.

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Monday, September 10, 2007

I bite my fist.



Went to look round a house the other day, and the rather elderly lady estate agent kept refering to cupboards and suchlike as Glory Holes. Let me say for the record RIGHT NOW, I will not and shall not have such things in my house. I would never be able to get searlyeditor to leave.

N.B. You have to be the cliche yet again my friend, being by some margin, the gayest (and filthiest) person I know*.

*I can't BELIEVE Matt didn't know.