Today is as dull and grey as yesterday was clear and crisp the back garden has defrosted and now the dogs have mud up to their dog pits.My husband is 43 today( going on 90) and my dad is 81 since my husband is currently staying with my parents they will no doubt be having a tea of ice cream and jelly tonight.Sam wants me take Basil to meet him from school tonight .I would do this but it means leaving Monty at home alone and he howls,I may do it just this once Sam informs me the girls will all like him more if they see how cute basil is,I fear he is destined to grow up into a male escort.
Its another roll over in the euro lottery tomorrow the jackpot is now £115 million I have bought a ticketticket butt I shall be really angry if a Frenchh farmer wisn it I can tell you
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Blue is a mud monster, too. I like your background. I would have picked it but I didnt want to be a big fat copy cat. Can we post pics?
I have no idea if we can post pics I didn;t even know we couldn;t fucking swear
Mems,
It's me, emma.
I was just reading your profile and seriously didn't know you were crazy about The Jam. In the 80's I lived and breathed them. Down at the Tube station at midnight.
This Anglophile friend of mine, Valerie, hooke dme up with The Jam. She also liked The Smiths and Morrissey but I found them depressing as hell.
Valerie, who liked Arab men, fell in love with a Brit , married and moved to some little town over there and had two rosy-cheeked kids.
I visited her in May, 1989 and stayed at their home overnight. It was freezing and she told me not to be "nesh." I liked her little village (name escapes me) But years later she grew bored with english village life (or, more precisely, her husband) and moved back to Florida. I've lost track of Valerie. I think she was the coolest friend I ever had. She bought me my first Clove cigarette.
I loved the jam I still believe paul weller is actually God.Which reminds me I must blog about embarrassing iPod moments I have had.
Ps emems if you want any jam choons for old times sake let me know I'll send you some
Emma, unless you really like being Anonymous, when you post a comment to Alex's blog, click "Other", then plug in your name where it says "Name". And just think, you can put in any name you like! the possibilities are endless!
"The Jam" That brilliant period in time before Paul Weller was a dickhead.
how can you say that you do something to me is a fine sing. you are just narked because he started eating meat again cos it tastes lovely
If Paul Weller isn't God---he's pretty damned close
Well, I'm sure glad someone told me how to comment else I'd have to email you with mine and how much fun is that?
'ere now, wot's all this?
Two French winners and a Portuguese. I feel like I bought 'em a beer with my ticket money.
I have convinced myself that my share is in portugal
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