Hey, how about a tall, frosty glass of…
What the hell…?
Well, actually, it’s Orangina (and very nice it is, too), but I have to stop and remember that whenever I open the fridge.
Wednesday is Life Drawing class, so I’ve been spending the last few hours staring at a naked lady. The model was a couple of minutes late, and she swept in with a little old blue-haired lady in tow.
“I have my mother with me tonight. She can just sit in the back, if that’s okay.”
The whole class froze. The embarrassment threshold of British people is generally set somewhere well below sea level. Then a little voice to my right piped, “I’m just going down the pub. See you in a couple of hours!”