Friday, August 05, 2005

Now I am Not So Nice

Following on from Lee reminding me how, uh, naive I was when I was 27, he's suggested and updated version. It runs something like this....

How I'd like to be...



ME: *sigh* Well, that was very good. Pity. If it had been only a tiny bit better, then I would indeed have changed to your electricity supplier. But thanks for calling round. Now, be off with you. My boyfriend Viktor-Krum-From-The-Harry-Potter-Films is coming over and he's very jealous.

MAN: Until today, no one has ever understood me. And your arms are so large.

It's probably more like this, though...



ON A BAD DAY: IN BED WITH SO-CALLED-BOYFRIEND.

ME: Hmmn. You're not really in the mood are you?

CRAP TWINK: Got any more cigarettes?

ME: No. Sorry. Don't worry. I'll just nip off to the shops.

CRAP TWINK: Oh babe, let me. Just give me your switch card and your pin number. Back in ten minutes.

THREE WEEKS LATER

CRAP TWINK: Hi babes. Can you do my laundry for me? I've done too much Ketamin to tell the difference between detergent and fabric softener. Oh, and I've got crabs again.

ME: That's okay. I love you unconditionally.

CRAP TWINK: Great, cos this card's stopped working.

ME: I'm so sorry. Will this one do?

CRAP TWINK: Cheers. By the way, I got fired from my job for dealing drugs instead.

ME: We'll work through this together.

CRAP TWINK: Sure. See you later.

LATER STILL. SKIP IS IN BED WITH ANOTHER, REALLY NICE MAN.

ME: Of course, I don't love him, you know. But I feel guilty when I cheat on him, which I guess is love, but anyway...

BLOKE: Can I have some more lube?

ME: Sure.

BLOKE: No. For my ears. I'd just like a bit of peace.

ME: Oh. Sorry. Anyway. I'm always being told I don't look thirty, you know.

And here's how Lee sees me...



SKIP: Jog-jog-jog! Pant-pant-sweat! Oh no! The bushes are drawing me in like triffids! Whatever shall I do!

MAN #1: 'allo, young 'un.

SKIP: Oh no! I don't think so. You're far too... well. You.

MAN #2 wanders past.

SKIP: Well! Oh! Arms! Look at that!

MAN #2 keeps on wandering, picking up his pace.

SKIP: Well! I say! Sir! You've just... well!

MAN #2 disappears off with a NICE MAN.

SKIP: Oh. Well. I won't let this dent my natural, all encompassing exuberance! Well! Huff-huff-pant! I'll just jog over here... Well! Look at that!

MAN #1: Changed your mind, I see.

SKIP: Well! Yes. Maybe. You will be marvellous and swallow, won't you?

MAN #1: Whatever.

SKIP: Good! Marvellous! And don't forget to say something witty so I can blog it tomorrow! Oooh! Well!

1 comment:

Broadband Ian said...

Oh now, come on. Lee's outlook on you is unfair, cruel and unrepresentational.

You know, that's the best thing about the Internet. You can write a line like the one above, and absolutely no one can tell that you were unable to do so with a remotely straight face.