Well, there is…But he’s got something else on his mind. Not being prone to expose ones personal life by the medium of blog, mime or dance, here’s the one and only exception. 24/12/11 and her, above, becomes my wife and I, her husband. Can’t wait, ‘cos she’s just gorgeous. Although it has to be said I am quite a catch 🙂
The next blog post will feature the tripolar angst of a vegetarian mince lover coming to terms with his love of S-Express, Noam Chomsky and Newt Gingrich.
2 thoughts on “..and there’s no photographer.”
From far far away, I’m thinking of your fairytale….
They lived happely ever after…!
Sophie and Casper
Thanks Sophie, thanks Casper. I read your last poem. It says quite a lot.
Wishing you a very happy Christmas and the husband & wife (eek) will see you soon.