Thursday, September 27, 2007
Back to My Future
My mullet and Zapata moustache are now in place. I need to find some Brut - nothing, you will recall, beats the great smell of Brut - and Britt Ekland. I have some wicked flares, nine inch platforms, a purple suede jacket and a chest wig. I am, you see, moving into my seventies flat today.
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Congrats. Have a party. I'd order pizza for your first meal because who wants to cook on moving day, but it wouldn't arrive until next week and would be rather stale by then anyway.
ReplyDeleteBridget Jones Does Mars!
ReplyDeleteOh, isn't this the caption post? Maybe we can imagine a photo.
Bryan, I know you'll want to show off the chest wig, but surely there will be times when you'll want to don that orange shirt and the kipper tie, you know, the one with large yellow spots against a turquoise background.
ReplyDeleteHmmn, screaming teens check Bishop's Move in new Burt Reynolds sighting. Remember to oil that chest wig: hardened policewomen will faint at the sight of its manly-glistening. I take it you'll be celebrating later with a fondue party and plenty of Watneys Party Sevens. Actually, best wishes for your move and also for a serene day.
ReplyDeleteI fear you're sounding less like Johnny Cash and more like a latter day Richard O'Sullivan in 'Man About the House'. I hope you'll be sharing the flat with two girls and you intend to get up to all kinds of slightly risqué adventures that are still suitable for family viewing.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the 'hood, Thumper. Has Daunt's been warned? No sign of "Local Author" in the window... yet.
ReplyDeleteAw, do you have a hairless chest, Bryan? Now I'm sad. I'm not one of those modern girls who likes her men to look like hairless young boys.
ReplyDeleteNige, I hope you have some hair on your chest, or I'm going to have to decamp to the Folsom Tattoo-Lovers Blog. Things get pretty hairy there.
I can assure you, Anonymous, that neither Bryan nor I bears any resemblance to a hairless young boy.
ReplyDeleteThen perhaps hairy young boys, Nige?
ReplyDeleteYou need Hai-Karate, then you'll be beating them off with a stick.
ReplyDelete(did it get rebranded as Lynx? it's so hard to keep track.)
this might be of no use
ReplyDeleteI used to own a Johnny Seven!
(that isn't a party pack of prophylactics to go with your watneys, but it could have your eye out)