It has come to One’s attention that the previously mentioned Aristocratic Article on the next bench to the WN is none other than a direct descendant of THE most famous poet of the English romantic era.
NOT ONLY THAT but he actually looks like the latter day love god!
When One was a dreamy teenager One had a crush on the long dead Adonis. (One was an odd child)
‘Who ees hee?’ enquired the beer swilling, comedy sock wearing exotic child as she shoved a hunk of garlic bread in her gob.
WHO IS HE
WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU GIRL
Have you learnt nothing from your historical instruction evenings?
With that off she sheared up the Co-op for more beer.
That is going to have to stop…
Drinking is and always has been a popular past time for Aristocratic Love Gods but One would prefer to think of the involvement of Champagne rather than 3 for a fiver bottles of Co-op beer.
‘That focking beeeetch up the Co-op,’ came the shriek as the WN appeared in the doorway…
‘Every week I buy beeer and now she wants to see my focking ID, the beeeetch.’
One does have a modicum of sympathy, but, come on – ‘every week’, more like every day!
Any road up, One is informed that there will be an evening out next week including the Luscious Lord.
‘What are you wearing?’ One enquired (hoping upon hope that a dress and girls shoes might be involved in the ensemble.
‘Black tights, Doctor Marten boots and a very short skirt, Oh and eyeliner,’ came the reply. ‘Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.’
DO YOU DEAR – DO YOU!!