I Caught Him Cleaning The Oven With Toilet Paper

I think something has happened to me lately. I seem unable to string the most basic of sentences together and feel very 'ham-tongued' as the expression goes. I have also lost my glasses, a black hold-all, a cloth 'smoking-jacket' and a copy of Wuthering Heights. Gir.

I realised with a shudder that I spend a frightening amount of money on magazines, close to £20 a week on occasion, and as such I am taking drastic measures to cut back. Nae excuse.

And what the devil is the script with Brigitte Bardot? She takes my breath away with how beautiful she is. You never see lassies stoating about Shettleston with hair like that no more.

You, Hot Tub, Drown

I had all but forgotten about this little mofo. I am currently listening to 'Sloop John B' by Johnny Cash and it's rotten. The Beach Boys do it a gazillion times better.

So, in between my last post and now, a number of things have happened. I am now residing at my old location, Sandyhills, for the next wee while. I still work in the same job, working all the hours God sends in order to have more money to waste, I am still at Glasgow Yoony, I still have brown eyes and white skin, although my hair is darker and I have a little fringe.