Sunday, January 28, 2007

That boy's poison

I've read about Toxic Batchelors, but I'd never met one before.

His name was Justin, and he's a dancer/entertainer. Next week he's off to entertain the troops in Darfur, so I figured it was my patriotic duty to give him a soldier's farewell.

The next day, he woke up giggling, and I woke up covered in a rash. From the neck down, throbbing red spots. That itched. Clearly some kind of allergic reaction.

"S'okay babes," he said, "If we keep the curtains closed we can still-"

"That's not the point!" I yelled. Although, actually, he had a war to dance through, and it's going to be a while before I'm going out with a complexion you could charitably call "marbled".

After he'd gone, I popped into Queen St Boots. The counter diva pouted. "You again?"

Checking the leaflet on my antibiotics, the only side-effect I have left to experience is sudden kidney failure.


Lippy said...

TMI but don't throw out your old pants, if the Canestan doesn't work you'll need to sacrifice some knickers to the next ointment in the sequence - it works but it stains.

(this is the point when you realise I am completely embarassing and are fantastically glad that I'm someone else's mother not yours!)

Skip said...

Bless you - but actually, the Canestan's worked rather quickly.

Now - the all-over rash that itches like fire ants? Nope.

S'a bugger of a month, really.