Aprosexic - Old age should burn and rave at close of day

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Long John Ribaldry

Today's lyric:
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"I can't seem to face up to the facts
I'm tense and nervous and I can't relax
I can't sleep 'cause my bed's on fire
Don't touch me I'm a real live wire."

Talking Heads: "Psycho Killer"
From the album: "Once in a lifetime"

a propos

* draws deep breath *
Yesterday, my somewhat staid, stolid and, yes, unworldly colleague John announced to the office, in his usual Stentorian bellow, that as his 30th wedding anniversary was looming, he'd been thinking about giving his wife a pearl necklace?

He sat, buffetted by gales of laughter, blissfully ignorant of the double-entendre'd meaning of this suggestion, while we all did a rofl with tears streaming from our collective eyes. Even Mrs.D. near bust a rib when I related the story last night.

And this morning, before the hordes re-convened for another day in t'City, I've had to explain the connotations and, indeed, 'repercussions' of a t1t-wank.

Felt like being back in Biology class..

What great news about the release of Alan Johnston, eh. Made my day.

Labels: Celebration, Double entendrage