Friday, November 24, 2006

Today is the day that is


Lulu is guarding something in the bedroom. We don't know what and with every probability, she probably doesn't know either.

Faggot is laying in the bath on a towel that Marth puts there for him every morning.

Tutz is playing boules underneath the bed.

Giggsey Girl the stupid slug face is doing jury service in the crown court and is currently listening in on a very interesting fraud case. She has decided to find the man guilty as she finds his appearance very distasteful and is irritated by his ingratiating subservient manner.

Hercules is looking at his unfinished kennel with longing through the back door, it would be finished apart from the fact that some arsehole complained about the banging and a drilling in the dark and Andre has been forced to down tools.

At the pub Captain Jack and Lucas by Day (Duncan by Night) have a new exercise routine. They have a new treadmill and are taking it in turns to run whilst watching old Catherine Tate DVD's.

Tiny Margo has driven her Lamborghini to Biscester Village and is shopping for a new beaded collar and a satin jacket to keep out the cold.

Lou and Res are at Whittenham Clumps, just for a change, and are admiring the view of the Oxfordshire country side.

Ginge is asleep on his favourite blanket next to the attractive singing lobster that Uncle Ernie purchased for Varne from the Antique Market.

Trotter has made a comfy place for himself on the landing by dragging my dressing gown out of my bedroom and rouching it into an attractive heap by the bathroom door.

Fing, having no respect or care for the feeling of others, has pissed in it, and left it there to upset Trotter later.

Little bastard.

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