To dilly-dally is divine.
Some very intellectual conversation on the topic of hair removal on Sunday night, as is wont to occur at dinner parties where 10-hour baked lamb and Greek salad are being served. My housemate’s boyfriend is now officially the first man I know to have experienced a complete back wax, “from the neck right down to the crack”. Another dinner guest confessed to shaving his, er, baby potatoes – a habit developed after two years of living in San Francisco. Apparently, while the practice is not yet the done thing within the Sydney gay scene, it is nevertheless very much, er, appreciated. He also has special clippers, bought in San Fran specifically for the deed, which helps prevent nicks and cuts from ordinary shavers.Four words – I had no idea.
By the way, I want this bedspread which, unfortunately, isn’t in stock any longer. Sad, depressing and very emo, but it’s pink (Morrissey would have a complete hissy fit) and ‘ironic’.
Or a Bigmouth Strikes Again chocolate bar.
Or a Vicar In A Tutu tutu...
Or a Some Girls Are Bigger Than Others bra.
I'd love to see a Shoplifters Of The World Unite carry-all
A Reel Around The Fountain, er, fountain.