Monday, February 05, 2007

Of human bondage

A regular reader kindly reminded me about my Slave.

To be truthful, I'd been dodging calls from him during my slight January relationship, but figured I should get in touch.

"Oh, hi!" he texts back, "I'll be in London at half-term. We should meet."

By half-term, I hope this is a holiday from university, rather than Hogwarts.

I suggest he pops round to the flat.

"Cool," he replies, "I'll bring round all my equipment ;)"

Equipment? Goodness. I do hope there's an instruction manual. ("Insert Flange D into Slot A....")

3 comments:

Gary said...

Yeah. Slave. Flange. Brilliant.

Cardiff is just great without you, you know. We're gonna be fine. So you enjoy yourself.

Anon Dirty said...

I love how your interest came back as the other boy departed.

I hate how that happens.

Brian Sibley said...

Probably more a case of FLADGE than FLANGE...

Your title for this post reminded me of an encounter, somewhere in Theatreland, between John Gielgud and Michael Redgrave (who, seemingly, enjoyed having lose ends nicely TIED UP); "Ah," said Gielgud, "Sir Michael Redgrave, I'll be bound!"