Everyone knows dial-up is slow so while the page was loading I thought I nick in the bathroom and wash my hair.
I fell headfirst into the @#&%ing bath.
I was swearing and laughing so much I couldn't get out.
I'm okay, hair is washed, page loaded, sense of humour intact and live blogging five minutes after the event.
I'M BAAAACK!
11 comments:
"I was swearing and laughing so much I couldn't get out."
It's only eight thirty in the morning and already you've hit the bottle.
yes Hughsie - the bathtub gin !
take caredear Coppy.
Rapunzel, the Wife of Bath.
This is absolutly true. I got into a bath one day and realised I still had my underpants on. So I gave them a wash too (they rather needed it), then commented it on someone's blog, as a marvellous water-saving tip!
(Has anyone heard of bathtub humour? I think I just invented it)
Well listen Miss Brownie you may think a Highland Fling appropriate for our last dance but I find the idea rather offensive, and threatening too!
Okay?
Or is that just me? Who knows. But here's my reply, and it is poetic, to confound my enemies, of which there are millions:
I was hoping you'd say The Pride of Erin, with Hal Porter laughing down from his grave on the hill, I was hoping you'd say a Strauss Waltz, with canon firing from the stockade fort.
I was hoping you'd say-
Any dance
Would do.
If I can dance-
With you.
-Robert.
My career as a poet has not been bumpy, it has been level, smooth, like a ditch, or a sewer; no high points at all. How unfortunate. Yes, well at least I've escaped the critics, they don't stoop that low.
-Robert.
Harvard.
It was not and I'm only commenting at 6.43 in the morning because I can't sleep. Bloody mother. "Are you coming over tomorrow?" "yes, mother." "Good you can fold up my washing and feed the roses." That was at 8.30 last night and that's when I should have hit the gin bottle.
Me, take care when you're the one dealing with frosty chickens and driving on nasty roads. I will take care, I want to outlive Sedgwick.
Rh, with your brains and rat cunning you should be able to run rings around some pompous pommie.
I love a Strauss Waltz and will certainly dance a last one with you.
"I was swearing and laughing so much I couldn't get out ... I'm okay"
This blog is hereby officially rebranded, "CopperWinch."
Haha to Sedgwick because however old I get I'll still be younger than him.
Yeah, but do you have the Dorian Gray 'get out of jail free' card?
I knew you were using Fleetwood for something.
Jahteh I've changed my mind about going because I'm told there'll be a social worker sitting in (bloody leeches) in which case it would just turn into another damned chookfest. Meetings is all they do, talk is all they do, and I'm not going to provide yet one more opportunity for them to bludge.
These people have no sense, psychiatrists included. The overwhelming thing about them all in Human Services is the energy they put into saving face; patients are throwaway.
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