Thursday, 31 January 2013

Uh Oh.....

There was a famous incident in journalism whereby the private love affair of a princess was revealed through a simple action.  She leant across and very gently picked a piece of lint off her lovers coat, thus betraying their previously unknown intimacy..

At dinner tonight, the Friend by chance was present, and did exactly that to me (not that I'm suggesting either of us is a princess).  I was only aware of this when I noticed that my wife had turned to stone and was glaring at us across the table.  Happily we were in a very grand residence and protocol dictated no scene could be made.

But, by fuck did I cop it in the car on the way home...

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