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Sex and Crumpets...
After a slightly frustrating week, Saturday arrives with me throwing a weekend bag together and heading off into town to have my highlights touched up, fur maintained and then a trip up to Nottingham for the weekend. So, I spend the obligatory 45 minutes sat in the chair with a copy of "To Kill A Mockingbird" with my hair full of Baco-Foil. Ah, as might be heard from Slough, such things we do in the name of vanity!
Trip up to Nottingham uneventful; mooched round for a couple of hours as Russ (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rock_bear) wasn't finishing work until six. Back to the flat for pancakes, then the arrival of Michelle, longtime friend of Russ's and one of those "I've heard so much about you" people. This is not a bad thing - it can just be a disappointment when the person does not live up to the hype. This was not the case, after a couple of pleasurable hours knocking back Gin and Tonic and exchanging banter, wit and showtunes proved. We parted ways around half ten, Michelle disappearing off, waving regally from the back of a taxi. Russ and I meanwhile headed to Rock City for the Saturday night ritual of sitting in The Rig and watching the talent, exchanging the occasional "Woof!" A couple of punkettes decided they wanted pictures with Russ and I, along with a satsuma. They did not have any lighting flex or black plastic refuse bags with them, so I concluded that they were not members of the Tory party...
Sunday morning was mainly snuggling in bed with Russ. "I was thinking about buggering you senseless, but then I thought about crumpets" he exclaimed at one point. Honestly, that boy gets so easily distracted...! Lunch at the Poacher and then back on the train south after a theraputic weekend...
Trip up to Nottingham uneventful; mooched round for a couple of hours as Russ (
rock_bear) wasn't finishing work until six. Back to the flat for pancakes, then the arrival of Michelle, longtime friend of Russ's and one of those "I've heard so much about you" people. This is not a bad thing - it can just be a disappointment when the person does not live up to the hype. This was not the case, after a couple of pleasurable hours knocking back Gin and Tonic and exchanging banter, wit and showtunes proved. We parted ways around half ten, Michelle disappearing off, waving regally from the back of a taxi. Russ and I meanwhile headed to Rock City for the Saturday night ritual of sitting in The Rig and watching the talent, exchanging the occasional "Woof!" A couple of punkettes decided they wanted pictures with Russ and I, along with a satsuma. They did not have any lighting flex or black plastic refuse bags with them, so I concluded that they were not members of the Tory party...Sunday morning was mainly snuggling in bed with Russ. "I was thinking about buggering you senseless, but then I thought about crumpets" he exclaimed at one point. Honestly, that boy gets so easily distracted...! Lunch at the Poacher and then back on the train south after a theraputic weekend...
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"I was thinking about buggering you senseless, but then I thought about crumpets"
i am SO stealing that.
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there, i'm set!
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*applause*