The Wookiee
Back From The Dead
Ah the highlights of my year for all to see. There was the young couple canoodling feverishly in the hospital waiting room one place ahead of me in a queue two hours long. The stare-out contest i had on the underground one morning when the saddle of my bike had split and i had no yearning for the pipe to go up my innards hole - a contest i happened to lose thanks to my competitor being the owner of two perfect flesh-impersonating glass optical orbs, but who eerily when i departed, my knuckles clenched, mouthed "better luck next time" at me. There was the dog an old friend i passed and chatted to said was named Alan. This dogs was not an Alan when i looked at it and it never responded to the name. To me it looked a Keith, thanks to the wry raising of one eyebrow and canine snigger it gave when it saw an old lady put the rubbery tip of the front-right leg of her zimmer frame right in a squelchy dogplop that he'd seen illegally lay it a few moments before. He was an utter Keith. And there was the re-realisation that i fear the sea, the taste of it, its inhabitants, the things that float in it, the power of the utter bitch. It's number 1,884,237 on my list of all things of the world to be terrified of.
You are a nutter !! Your posts crack me up !!