Q: I am wearing a sailor suit with a rubber duck round my neck on a rope. Who am I?
A: The Ancient Mariner. Or just a tired old whoopsie who grabs any excuse to raid the Dressing-Up Box (see my naive visit to The Hoist). I was aiming for Querelle, but got Captain Haddock.
I did mean to go clubbing wearing this. But by the time I left the party I was a) smashed and b) very slightly stoned ("Goodness, I haven't tried this in years. I wonder if it still tastes funny... Why, yes it does. God, your hob is amazing."). I ended up standing in a long queue surrounded by Very Fat Women wearing horns. I decided to go home with my dignity intact. Or as much dignity as you can have dressed like you wish you were 19.
Worst choice I made so far this week: It involved the sailor costume and some sex. Instead I went to a pub quiz night and lost. Boo.
6 comments:
I gather the sepia tint was to hide that hideous dye job.
Do keep up at the back, Binding. The dye job is almost completely gone now. The sepia tint is
a) Dead classy so STFU
b) To hide the strange way camera phone behaves at night.
More secret lovechild of Captain Haddock and Tintin than even Captain Haddock. Some way to go to Querelle . . .
Nope you can't go into the deep pit of self loathing - I'm sorry I'm already sitting in it and that pretty much means there isn't room for anyone else!
I immediately thought 'Tom of Finland' but perhaps that's just me ?
I can live with being a secret lovechild.
PS: Last night, I was interrupted mid-shag by a trick-or-treater. It felt peculiar dishing out candy while in my living room was a naked dutch student. Surface normality/Inner darkness. etc.
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