I phone my dentist's surgery to book an appointment with the locum (if that word is appropriate for the temporary cover for my dentist and not just for my doctor or my priest).
The receptionist says, "Oh, it's you again. You have been in the wars, haven't you? Poor you. It tends to go like that sometimes.
She books me in for a week on Monday.
"Oh, Monday the 13th," she says. "Lucky it's not Friday the 13th."
Yes, it is lucky.
(THE HORROR that could have been).
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On a lighter note, the following are a few of the search phrases people from all over the world have used over the past week in order to access my occasionally entertaining dream blog:-
Michelle Bass Rebecca Loos Nuts
Slowboat to China Chords
Wet armpits of Maria Sharapova pictures
Wet knickers blog
Pictures of women in cut offs
GE Penis Horse
Geoff Moon
Wet Dreams and Older Men
Dreams about warts on feet
Dreams of Floods and Darkness
And voted by Betty and myself as our personal favourite, and very topical considering the recent Winter Olympics:-
"Robin Cousins" film montage
Just beautiful.
Is postmodernism to blame?
1 day ago
Lucky lucky lucky. It's just not FAIR....I must start talking about peoples armpits and warts...
ReplyDeletemarvellous to have finally realised that two blogs what I watch are actually related by marriage. The Utility Room of Peril.
ReplyDeleteDo keep up at the back....
See? I'm not the only one.
ReplyDeleteNot the only one what?
ReplyDeleteWho didn't cotton on that me and Betty are the Tony Parsons and Julie Burchill of blogging.
ReplyDeleteExcept rather than being hip, young gunslingers, we're unhip old ginswiggers.
I'm just as bad at writing as Tony, though.
I'm not as fat as Julie and I haven't found God, yet.
ReplyDeleteOr lesbianism?
ReplyDeleteI should be such a bad writer as TP: booksales in the squillions.
And all the same story. regurgitated five times.
I am now off to rewrite my blog from scratch. Same posts an'all.
I got one of his books out of the library for a laugh.
ReplyDeleteI didn't.
Maybe I was supposed to empathise with him?
I didn't.
Maybe take it back after reading 10 pages?
I did.
Oh no! Julie found God? Please tell me you're joking?
ReplyDeleteI'm a bit out of the loop here, but I don't have ticks in my scrotum.
She's not only found God, she's on a bleeding crusade.
ReplyDeleteAre these scrotum ticks an example of comment pollination? I think I need to pass them on before I start scratching in public.