More mundane than Russ’s Brain tart cyst. It turns out that I am all of a sudden going blind and am in a short space of months unable to read (is this what happened to Rich B?). I went for an eye text and opted against bi-focals because people say I act like a schizophrenic half the time. I don’t want to look like one.
My optometrist/optimologist is a savant and brilliant and I am quite sure in his space time a serial killer, (Dave M take note), is also a very good salesman (Russ take note), and managed to somehow talk me into buying Chips the Tv show style aviator reading glasses. I think if I grew a 70’s style moustache and hung out in the bedroom reading those the web cam girls would come running. Wifey on the other hand may re-live her childhood trauma and become impossible to do-exist with.
Although the thought of hot dirty totty wanting a piece of this new porn man might be too much to resist!!
Chicago: AKA The Deuce.
Going blind is so 2003 in Seán world.
Except, as ever, I only managed half to complete half a job.
Mrs. Seán Snr hails from Burslem in Stoke. Birthplace of Robbie c*nting Williams. Seán Snr. used to watch poor vale when thy were 'courting' having travelled there, supposedly to be seeing her of Saturday afternoon.The cad.
There's going to sh!t and then there this. The Sweaty windfarm magnet has taken to stealing my(!) intellectual property and mangled it to apply to some screeching pop tart who tried blow up Manchester. "It's pretty good"? He's mocking every single one of you. Shame on you all.