A Statement / September 25 2007
It has been suggested in various quarters that I may have been planning to abandon my blog and elope with a local woman in order to raise a brood of East Midlands hell-children-Satan-spawn.
Let me say right now that there is absolutely no chance whatsoever of me ever running away with a toothless crone - or any other woman with coarse ill-fashioned features for that matter - from this village of the damned. The very thought of it makes me want to eat some of Audrey’s earwax. And we all know how horrible dogs’ earwax tastes - don’t we, students?
If the truth be told, I am saving myself for someone who appreciates the finer points of Mr L. Ritchie.
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4 comments on “A Statement”
Jo Beaufoix / September 30th, 2007 at 11:51 pm
Jazz’s earwax always tasted of lemongrass.
Ohh the memories.
Napoleon Fantastic / October 1st, 2007 at 12:42 pm
Jo,
Interesting.
I once knew a dog whose earwax had a distinct cinnamon tang. Not wholly unpleasant really.
Jo Beaufoix / October 1st, 2007 at 7:51 pm
Mmmm,cinnamon tang.
Napoleon Fantastic / October 1st, 2007 at 7:56 pm
Mmmmm . . . tangy
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