We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Friday, April 03, 2009

I get plenty of fresh air via the nostrils

"I had a right strange dream last night," says Seth.

"Oh aye?" I ask warily.

"I dreamt that I was sat on the bog having a crap when T.Aldous came along, banging on the door.

"'Seth!' he says, 'I need to speak to you.'

"'I'm on the toilet,' I says to him.

"But he's not having any of it. So in the end I had to let him in and he was sat on the floor next to me, yabbering away while I was having a shit."

As persecution dreams go, this is a lulu.


Gadjo Dilo said...

Scary. I have a reccuring persecution dream when I'm on the bog and Lulu bangs on the door asking if I'm using her Freeman's catalogue.

david mcmahon said...

So, a blog on the bog?

Thanks for your visit and your kind comment .....

:: Wendy :: said...

Gadjo, does Lulu pass you the Freemans catalog ig she find's that you're not using it?

Kevin Musgrove said...

Gadjo: a wet flannel will cure all

Hi David! ta muchly

Wendy: don't encourage him, he's at a funny age