As ever at this time of the year, I shall escape under the radar for a short while, drink a little too much festive fine wine, scoff my delicious smelly French cheeses, read a book or two and probably count my brain cells (a bad habit, I know). Armed with just a tablet I no doubt will pop into WP every so often for a swift read.
However, I cannot take of my ‘bleak mid-winter’ leave before wishing every last one of you good souls, whatever your code or creed, the very best of good fortune.
Lastly, as some of you already know I have a passion for street cafes serving exquisite coffee (never a franchise as their cups are more like fire buckets for gluttons rather than respectable, small vessels that enhance the bean). Yes, ‘my passion’ is watching the world go by, and even in these freezing days of winter I still venture out and about. Generally, ‘people watching’ serves up ideas to write about. Earlier this week I observed in the street a hopeless, dishevelled young man attempting to chat up a sweet gal who plainly, and almost politely, had no desire for him…or indeed, to be seen with him. As she dismissed his very presence and walked away he looked bemused, hence the silly verse that follows;
‘I’D PICK YOU FIRST’
All of the gals in the village
thought him the most consummate twat
finally, he got the message
went and stayed indoors with his cat
that his cat went walkabout came as no surprise
and the boys down the pub they heard tell
that not only was he now a cat-less twat
but by Christ did he chuck-up as well
plainly he’d overlooked an important thing
that when pestering sweet gals for a date
it’s best to first avail oneself of a shower
thus, one’s hygiene habits are never open to debate
moreover, he that should have been aware
that his chat up lines were generally cursed
especially so his most favoured one
‘If you were a bogey, I’d pick you first’
Have the most splendid time!