"memory" of "things to come"... isn't that called "deja vu"...?
ps re that "cute" (if you can call an eight legged suckery thing "cute"... that octopus... have you ever seen that jar full of poor baby dead octopods you can get in Sainsbury's?... poor brine-swilling swines!
Ooh, I've just remembered something. Back in a couple of days or so...
Yay! First!
ReplyDeleteThe wonderfully disjointed incoherence and non-sequitorness (is that a word) of it all. It's very exciting!
Although I do think it may just cause me to have a seisure or panic attack eventually.
Meh, them's the breaks.
"memory" of "things to come"... isn't that called "deja vu"...?
ReplyDeleteps re that "cute" (if you can call an eight legged suckery thing "cute"... that octopus... have you ever seen that jar full of poor baby dead octopods you can get in Sainsbury's?... poor brine-swilling swines!
many thanks for your commentary, btw!
;->...
Tentacley!
ReplyDeleteWell at least I have time to get back into my Manolos
ReplyDeleteYour tentacles are all twisted it up. Have you been driving again?
ReplyDeleteYou've ran out of ink?
ReplyDeleteSucker!
But you're in my story today!
ReplyDeleteLooking for some octopussy?
ReplyDeleteGoing down for some seafood?
Plan on getting a faceful of sushi? ;)
I'm in the mood for salt and pepper calamari now.
ReplyDeleteWe are all just talking about squid and octopus now, right?
RIGHT?
Couple of days?
ReplyDeleteHow many fucking breaks are you going to have this year? Are you out to break last years record?
*kicks Eros and Cyberpete in the mancunt on the way out, just for the fun of it*
But I am a lady, I don't have tenticlay!
ReplyDeleteMJ: you a lady? That's rich! You may be many things but lady isn't one of them
ReplyDeletethe octopus looks like it's doing that Russian dance where you squat down and kick your legs in and out.
ReplyDeleteOooh! I wonder what he's doing in Londinium?
ReplyDeleteT-Bird: He's either getting cosmetic surgery or he's someone's "travelling companion."
ReplyDeleteUh oh. He's just left a comment on my blog.
As IVD would say (girlishly and screaming)... "EEEK!"
Well he didn't come near me - looks like the restraining order finally kicked in.
ReplyDeleteMy 'EEEEKs' are only a little bit girlish, I'll have you know, MJ!
ReplyDeleteAnd Tim: Oh was that what that piece of paper I tore up and threw away was?
Oh, no, that was probably the invite to my foam party. You need that or they won't let you in.
ReplyDeleteOh well…
You can be sure I wouldn't be so careless. I keep that particular document under my pillow!
ReplyDeleteEEK! The foam parties off!
ReplyDeleteMy, that 'EEK' was screamed girlishly! Are you trying to steal my thunder, Tim?
ReplyDeleteTo keep the balance, may have to steal something of yours...
I can't hear myself think in here for the girlish EEEKING.
ReplyDeleteSo how did your cosmetic surgery go in Londinium?
EEEEK! You startled me, MJ! Look:
ReplyDelete* pulls fringe back to affect a look of surprise *
I mean, umm... What surgery?
* skin snaps back into place giving the impression of a shop mannequin *
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing what a good facewash can do, hmm?
aww, i was hoping he was a traveling companion!
ReplyDeleteMy EEK was a manly EEK with added GRRR.
ReplyDeleteDinah: I wouldn't make a good travelling companion - My sense of direction is hopeless. We'd end up travelling to different destinations!
ReplyDeleteTim: So, what are you saying? You're Greek?
Kebab?
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