In case anyone back home is still following this … it’s probably going to be the last post for a few days as we go on our big trip south.
The last couple of days were a hurricane of 80s music, BBQ ribs and champagne. Yehaa! As usual, the sight of a man in a skirt pushed the women into a Dionysian wedding frenzy, all based on the mystery of what Scotsmen wear underneath. The wedding took place at a spacious but ghastly suburban new build, owned by Satan (he owned an IT outsourcing company anyway).
Made a bit of a Boob at the party afterwards. Remember: never flush a toilet to test whether it’s blocked or not.
5 responses so far ↓
Eli // May 19, 2008 at 9:29 am
ok where are the photies of you in yer kilt?
Gary // May 19, 2008 at 9:58 am
Booby that’s priceless!
Enjoy yer few days in the south…I would be careful about wearing yer skirt down there though!!!
Stuart // May 19, 2008 at 10:44 am
Ah Booby,
For some reason, can’t think why, the image of you flushing that toilet is playing in my mind in the style of a Marx Brothers film!
Enjoy the trip south – I can’t wait to hear about it when you get back.
PS – hope you’ve got some good mix tapes made for the journey
Boob // May 19, 2008 at 12:43 pm
Aye, Emily’s a big fan of classic rock so we’ll be playing the Supernatural soundtrack playlist from her iPod (Blue Oyster Cult, Boston etc).
Going to get photies at some point …
Strange thing is, the photographer, some Moldovian chap, was so entranced by the kilt he got me to change back into it during the evening party, then took photos of me outside. Then again in the party. Then he was kind of following me around taking photos of me, in my kilt, talking to different people. It was all a bit sinister.
Eli // May 19, 2008 at 12:49 pm
mmmmm gay and fetish come to mind