Squelching into my inbox came the exciting news that ‘Geezer’ has browsed your profile and wants to chat. This thrilling missive was brought to One by something called ‘Love Again.’
One’s seductive profile is obv still floating around in the ether and been hooked by some other ‘dating for desperates’ agency.
One has never heard of ‘Love Again’ and One certainly won’t be loving again unless the object of desire is a ginger cat or an endless supply of Pinot G.
As for eliciting the attention of some crusty old article by the name of ‘Geezer.’ Well – what can One say?
The ghastly thought of some dermatologically challenged duffel bag willie with a bit of tinsel round it makes One positively gag.
Nonetheless, One couldn’t resist a peek at ‘Geezer’ even though One knows that it will open up the flood gates for many more scabby old men who are desp to get their gnarled digits up me vest.
And there he was – photographed in the oddly popular venue of his kitchen. Why do they do that? Is it to lull the prospective duffel bag recipient into believing they know their way around a recipe? Who knows?
The desp old codgers fall into a couple of categories as far as One can ascertain…
The T-shirt clad oddities standing next the extractor hood, washin mashin, kitchen cupboard etc
And the sad old saps draped against their motorcycles or sports cars that have been purchased with pension funds.
Well – KNOB OFF GEEZER – and any other old sort who’s entertaining the idea of parking his gnarled gonads on me Chesterfield!