years ago i was selling a victorian folding wrought iron cot on ebay... i got an email offering me at least double what i thought i'd get for it if it "was suitable size for an adult baby" from a chap whose profile pic was of him vacuum packed (clearly naked!) to a bed in black rubber *eek*. I neglected to respond and it sold for about what it was worth but that traumatised me for ages! this pic has now brought it flooding back *pours more wine*
i was on a train going back to my uni digs in devon on a sunday when the observer had a pull-out Bristol Stool Chart.... it of course, took pride of place on the back of our residence bog door that monday. it's as if Freud himself sent it
It's not the mention of Freud that give's away your uni course but the fact that you read the Observer
feck all else to do between scunny and donny except read whatever's left or laugh at the folk going to the (as then) new shopping mecca in sheffield, meadowhall.
