Friday
I was just chatting to the local copper, he said the rumour has spread far and wide and expanded way past our lone address. He expressed an uncharitable opinion on those that have spread it all...
Funny how things go round though, our friend heard the rumour at work (wife's former work) and it was told him by a rather aggressive and stupid Yorkshireman who said his wife (obviously his equal) phoned the police station and they confirmed that Carr lived in the town!... i asked the copper about that and he said...id run naked down the high street if anyone at the station had actually said that...
Weezy told me..."oh yes its true i heard two guys saying it in the street".... such low criterion for authenticity ah...
Been making things today, a "cabinate of curiosities" for our son, cutting out a bird to go on the top and a swag to go at the bottom im quite pleased with it so far...
Wednesday i managed to nail my shoe to my foot in the shed, not intentionally you understand, but a galvanised nail went deep in the sole of my foot thro my saddles. had to peel it off and i limped round with blood sticking my foot to saddle all day. Well today i went to the doctor to see if i needed a tetanus jab, and i don't. Say a jolly young be-suited but un-tied Doctor.
For some reason the wife has decided to apply for a job as a part time temporary Data Input Clerk...and arse end poor pay job in an arse end village. Why she thinks this is a good idea i haven't a clue. I cant keep nagging her all fucking day to get organised can i?..... she will end up with a really crap last ditch job at this rate.
The tale of BeeGee. Len my old mate who carved fairground horses etc had a mate, who would turn up occasionally, totally out of the blue.Tall pockmarked, sandy haired, hatchet faced he worked always for dodgy courier companies. every time he would turn up in a different beaten up van, rusty dented and smoking. His van would limp up outside and he would tumble out whistling a cheerful tune and sit and drink coffee with Len. BeeGee however had reasons for his chosen profession, and his cheeriness. BeeGee was a serial philanderer a cad of the first water. The courier job a cover for working the whole country, mining it for skirt like a professional. He had lady's in a lot of places, a morning in one and a screw and them off to delver the love elsewhere. No lady would be under any illusion that they were in for anything but a good screw and no commitment. According to Lenie BeeGee also harboured a penis of huge proportions and an apatite for naughty sex to match. Id say the penis probably gave him huge and sparkling confidence. Len told me of one of his lady friends in Scotland. He was apparently in a pub and he picked up a lady all clad in black. She was thus dressed not for sexy reasons but as she was an undertaker, in partnership with her husband. Not only did he bonk her senseless when ever up in Scotland but its seems she had kinks that made me wonder about her profession. They would fuck in a coffin, eventually.... the foreplay though was even more exotic though no less "deathy". her husband had constructed a special coffin, one with doors in it. She would lay inside it, still, and the doors offered access to her body.... people are so strange ah?
Funny how things go round though, our friend heard the rumour at work (wife's former work) and it was told him by a rather aggressive and stupid Yorkshireman who said his wife (obviously his equal) phoned the police station and they confirmed that Carr lived in the town!... i asked the copper about that and he said...id run naked down the high street if anyone at the station had actually said that...
Weezy told me..."oh yes its true i heard two guys saying it in the street".... such low criterion for authenticity ah...
Been making things today, a "cabinate of curiosities" for our son, cutting out a bird to go on the top and a swag to go at the bottom im quite pleased with it so far...
Wednesday i managed to nail my shoe to my foot in the shed, not intentionally you understand, but a galvanised nail went deep in the sole of my foot thro my saddles. had to peel it off and i limped round with blood sticking my foot to saddle all day. Well today i went to the doctor to see if i needed a tetanus jab, and i don't. Say a jolly young be-suited but un-tied Doctor.
For some reason the wife has decided to apply for a job as a part time temporary Data Input Clerk...and arse end poor pay job in an arse end village. Why she thinks this is a good idea i haven't a clue. I cant keep nagging her all fucking day to get organised can i?..... she will end up with a really crap last ditch job at this rate.
The tale of BeeGee. Len my old mate who carved fairground horses etc had a mate, who would turn up occasionally, totally out of the blue.Tall pockmarked, sandy haired, hatchet faced he worked always for dodgy courier companies. every time he would turn up in a different beaten up van, rusty dented and smoking. His van would limp up outside and he would tumble out whistling a cheerful tune and sit and drink coffee with Len. BeeGee however had reasons for his chosen profession, and his cheeriness. BeeGee was a serial philanderer a cad of the first water. The courier job a cover for working the whole country, mining it for skirt like a professional. He had lady's in a lot of places, a morning in one and a screw and them off to delver the love elsewhere. No lady would be under any illusion that they were in for anything but a good screw and no commitment. According to Lenie BeeGee also harboured a penis of huge proportions and an apatite for naughty sex to match. Id say the penis probably gave him huge and sparkling confidence. Len told me of one of his lady friends in Scotland. He was apparently in a pub and he picked up a lady all clad in black. She was thus dressed not for sexy reasons but as she was an undertaker, in partnership with her husband. Not only did he bonk her senseless when ever up in Scotland but its seems she had kinks that made me wonder about her profession. They would fuck in a coffin, eventually.... the foreplay though was even more exotic though no less "deathy". her husband had constructed a special coffin, one with doors in it. She would lay inside it, still, and the doors offered access to her body.... people are so strange ah?
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