I forgot to mention the two random blokes who dropped their trousers shortly after midnight on New Year. The poor DJ didn’t know what to do. He just stood at his decks staring, laughing, pointing, but not saying anything. No one intervened. They eventually pulled up their trousers, but not before the bulk of us in the nightclub (next to no one as it happened) had seen everything. Joy. I found the DJ’s response more amusing than the act actually. But maybe I’m just a miserable bastard.
And today The Child said something that is both somewhat sweet, and just a little bit disturbing. “If you were trapped by a man I would rip out his heart, and then he’d be dead!” Yeah. Nice to know she would save me and all that, but her method is just a wee bit bloodthirsty in my opinion. She then went on to add, “If I had a sword I would stab him in the stomach.” Ta. At least she loves me. And to be fair, if he life was threatened there isn’t much I wouldn’t do to save her. But she was just talking about me being trapped. Hmm. I won’t worry too much, but if she’s still saying such things in a few years time I might begin to.
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