Voyeurism for beginners

I think my spray can and I might be responsible for some of those. *cough*

Watching, watching, watching. Jealousy is an incomprehensible bitching nightmare (but one that is a lie). Yet again gargling with porridge, sleeping with, receiving and wedding a singing Abyssinian (again) for work, experiencing a standing raging one frothing for profit (lost in translation), having eternal dull and uninteresting phone calls, shaving one hissy cat for fun, attacking the spotless Amelie DVD… you are experiencing blogging, eating and drinking blogging (albeit on one leg of your mind) and I am talking to, typing on post-it notes, scribbling with eternal gratitude, for the gift of blogging (avoiding sunshine and coffee again).

Jack, I know for a fact that your spray can is responsible for the graffiti currently adorning the front shutters of the kebab takeaway on the ground floor of my block: “UNRELIABLE WITNESS LIVES FIVE FLOORS ABOVE HERE”. Fortunately, no one knows who I am round here, nor is aware of my blogging notoriety.

Blatherskite, I would like some of whatever you are on, please. In tablet form.

So it’s not just me that is being spied upon. I see.

We are all being spied upon, Timbo. All of us. By the elves. Oh yes.

It’s the twelves you gotta watch….

Lists are never meaningless.

NO THEY ARE NOT!

They bring meaning to an otherwise pointless and random existence.

I like lists.

I like your list.

(I will keep my eyes peeled for the graffiti and when I find it, I will leave small offerings outside your door. Then you really will be worried about the elves. Although I have sort of scuppered myself by telling you. Humph.)

Miss Tickle, lists are not meaningless, no. Although I would hesitate to take mine to Tesco in order to do the weekly shop, because I dread to think what I’d come home with.

P.S. You will notice that I have stopped being aloof and mysterious, and have started replying to comments and talking to you, my dear readers. I learned everything I know from Andre Jordan (of Andre Jordan fame) and Cheerful One. This is not just a cheap and pathetic attempt to make me look popular by increasing the number of comments. I am not that shallow. Ish.

‘This is not just a cheap and pathetic attempt to make me look popular by increasing the number of comments’

Are you suggesting that is what I do?

How scandalous!!!

I would *never* suggest that’s what you do! I am merely learning from the master and mistress of continuing a dialogue with one’s valued readers. Now, would anyone like tea and a cream bun?

Did someone mention a bun?

I decided earlier it was definitely a pork pie kind of day.But thanks for the offer.

Congratulations. I expect it’s going to get very busy around here, very soon. But it is too cruel that you and andre are in the same category. I won’t even attempt to decipher the ramifications of Girl.

So the pimping worked!

Congrats. But ooh, ouch, to be in competition with a close friend…

Reminds me of when Zoe and Vit were up against one another.

“You will notice that I have stopped being aloof and mysterious”

Is that an instruction?

(I take my tea black without sugar, please and thank you)

Congratulations mate.

I am truly delighted for you.

and as they say “Break a leg”

TTTTTTTTTTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Yes please. Belated I know.

Thanks all … I am off to break a leg, as per Mr Jordan’s instructions, though I am at least aiming to keep this one fully attached to the rest of my body.

And Miss Tickle? I make lovely tea. Lovely. Though with sweetener instead of sugar now. I am a good boy.

G’luck AUW. But sweetener? YUCK!

This list alone has me feeling seat-wettingly compelled…

I may have to quote that comment in a self-review, Morgan.

I am looking unique wedding favors
I have find some results But I think this one is good.