Arms and arms and chests and hands of Morrissey messages inked in for life – tattooed across nakedness, each one an essay, and it’s all I can do to take deep breaths. A tattoo means I am always there – even when people shower, my words or pasty face will gaze up from soaped bodies.
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This today. Gawd bless This Charming Charlie.
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Monday 7th October: It Was Supposed to be Sew Easy.
Have offered to replace some pockets on a pair of himself’s jeans. Haven’t done any stitching or sewing for months and getting my head into that almost abstract eat trying to envisage stuff is hard. And my cutting remains appalling.
Tomorrow sees the attempting to put together and actually insert into a pair of jeans : /
Sunday 6th October: Ain’t No Party Like A Rocket Lolly Party.
Today we had a family get together for my birthday. The buffet and cake went down a treat but silence reigned whilst rocket lollies were consumed.
Thursday 29th: South of the River
Saturday 24th August: Last of The Summer Wine.
It’s been raining pretty much all day and we had pizza for tea so opened the last of the Italian vino.
I bought this wine for literally a couple of euro and essentially cos I liked the bottle. Completely failed to clock it’s FIZZY RED WINE.
Confusing but brilliant. Much like myself.
Moar Smiths/Peanuts brilliance
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Works on so many levels. Genius.
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