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.