“…looking like this,” said my wife, “I look like a cunt.”
Last night she dreamt she was at an opening party for Habitat. For reference she was wearing a white linen top and pale lime linen shorts.
This picture of Ron Maiden is in no way a reflection of her current state of mind. Having said that our next door neighbour just popped round, back from holday (2 weeks in Greece since you ask), and as soon as I opened the door she said “Are you OK?” and put on a very concerned face. So who am I to criticise anyone for anything? (I have shaved now though).