Monday, July 28

a life in the trouser department

Today was the day I had planned to visit the ex's grave in the Borders, to pay tribute and prove she can still make the earth move for me. But lo and behold, the other ex, last seen in 85, has surfaced in Glasgow for one day only and wants to meet up in the Alasdair Gray-muralled cafe.

So I can only see one of them - a dead person, of whom one should not speak ill nor well if the glowing tributes would need to be pornographic? Or a live one plus her hubby and some of her five children? What if one of them looks like me?

Glasgow here we go! Or Borders here we come!

No contest really, especially since I got hold of 1982 Janine, as recommended by several commenters at ionetics.

3 comments:

  1. Onan? Dearie me! What kind of a shock must that poor woman have had at her wedding to go out and get a brood like that, and her not a catholic or anything? We should be told! Hotboy

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  2. I say!

    What if they all look like you!

    MM III

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  3. Panic over - I met the eldest - blonde. Hang on - is aryanism a recessive trait? Ion?

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