Is Santa really gay?
I feel I should apologise for yesterday's garbled ramblings. There should have been much more English in it and much less gibberish, but what can you do? I'd just come from a ridiculous exam so my head and hands were working slightly on autopilot.
Today, on the other hand, I shall be as lucid as a great-aunt on coke.
Off to see Rufus Wainwright later, for the 2nd time. Last time I saw him it was just him and his pianner, which was amazing. The man has real presence.
This time he's got a whole merry band of, well, musicians. My sister and Sarah are coming along. I'm not sure whether this is a good idea. Rufus is a very pretty man so I'll have to put up with the two of them drooling at his feet. Fortunately he's also gayer than Santa after a bottle of brandy so all should be well.
Well, I mean, he can have Maebh - but I've got dibs on Sarah. I wonder how much my mother'll love that...
- Where's Maebh? Wasn't she supposed to be coming back on the 2 o'clock train?
-Um... Yes, well, you see... There was this man, Rufus was his name, and he said he'd give me a tenner for her and...
-You sold your sister for a tenner?!
-Mother, I cannot tell a lie... No. I said he could buy me a pint and it was a done deal.
-Oh, well... Hahahaha! Now that silly bastard has to put up with her! Thank you, Rufus, for removing this crazed teenager from our hands!
-Mother, he can't hear you, you know...
I don't think it'd go exactly like that, but, well, y'know...
That reminds me, I have to collect the wee bugger from the train station in a while. I say wee, but she's huge. Like an enormous skinny person with hair and eyes. Oh, yes...
And she's gonna blatter me when she reads this.
Adios amigos!
Today, on the other hand, I shall be as lucid as a great-aunt on coke.
Off to see Rufus Wainwright later, for the 2nd time. Last time I saw him it was just him and his pianner, which was amazing. The man has real presence.
This time he's got a whole merry band of, well, musicians. My sister and Sarah are coming along. I'm not sure whether this is a good idea. Rufus is a very pretty man so I'll have to put up with the two of them drooling at his feet. Fortunately he's also gayer than Santa after a bottle of brandy so all should be well.
Well, I mean, he can have Maebh - but I've got dibs on Sarah. I wonder how much my mother'll love that...
- Where's Maebh? Wasn't she supposed to be coming back on the 2 o'clock train?
-Um... Yes, well, you see... There was this man, Rufus was his name, and he said he'd give me a tenner for her and...
-You sold your sister for a tenner?!
-Mother, I cannot tell a lie... No. I said he could buy me a pint and it was a done deal.
-Oh, well... Hahahaha! Now that silly bastard has to put up with her! Thank you, Rufus, for removing this crazed teenager from our hands!
-Mother, he can't hear you, you know...
I don't think it'd go exactly like that, but, well, y'know...
That reminds me, I have to collect the wee bugger from the train station in a while. I say wee, but she's huge. Like an enormous skinny person with hair and eyes. Oh, yes...
And she's gonna blatter me when she reads this.
Adios amigos!
posted by Stephen McMullin at 1:51 pm
2 Comments:
Ho ho ho, Bubba. It all sounds good in your neck of the woods. Reasure Declan that his things'll be sent by trans-atlantic speed salmon asap. Failing that I'll pay some poor street begger a song and a prayer to carry them up and personally deliver them.
Stevo, I ain't gonna blatter you, twas quite funny ackchully...I only wish your little conversation were true...*sigh*...
Mavis,xxx
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