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 .....

Unknown 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