My delicious pal, Alan, made it to Dubai this week. There's no gaydar.
In other news:
Autumn arrived, as did roundabouts, charges were dropped, there was a State Fair, Brian had a thought and told us what's to come, college football started, Ric was disappointed, Alex didn't want to be assassinated, time went by, Juggerpix thought we forgot, Kapitano lost 7 lbs and we were asked if we have any idea how fucking miserable it is to do the bins in the rain. Moncrief Speaks cast his mind back to sixteen months ago, exhaustion ensued, PJS revealed that the autumn is his favourite season, pussy was licked, research was done, we learned that children are irrational, Papa got a brand new bag, China got frazzled, Phyllis dished up, it was Poetry Thursday, Zona told us he doesn't like pickles and I continued to crochet (note to self: buy more wool this afternoon - and some milk!).
The last seven websites I looked at:
Pet Shop Boys
Bodies WIthout Organs
Rumours Of Whores
Seven photographs I took yesterday - on the road, in Newton Stewart and in Dumfries:
Seven ways to say fast:
Seven things I can see from my window:
A TV aerial
A recycling bin
A plank of wood (in the road!)
A young woman with a kiddy in a push chair
I hate it when... (x7):
...I do a poo, stand up and find it's disappeared.
...right wing xenophobes claim to be Christian.
...I have nightmares.
...there is no milk in the fridge.
...a ball of wool I'm using gets knotted up.
...the study gets in an absolute mess.
...the doorbell rings.
The first seven words on page seven of the seventh book on the shelf nearest to me:
"It was cutting me throat what got..."
From Stuart - A Life Backwards by Alexander Masters.
What's in store for us next week, dear reader?
Well, I can safely predict that I'll be going to Japan - but what will YOU be doing?