Little Miss Curious, our conversation thread cycled off the end of the pier. Let's start afresh here.
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Lovers Lane
Little Miss Curious, our conversation thread cycled off the end of the pier. Let's start afresh here.
Joe Meek should produce Morrissey.
Re: Lovers Lane (the one with the pot holes)
> Little Miss Curious, our conversation thread cycled off the end
> of the pier. Let's start afresh here.
Certainly Squire. If you cross your fairy fingers, there's every chance we'll be able to watch heads, which talk, as it were.
But that's next week.
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Lovers Loins
The darkness all around. Those dark, satanic hills. The sound of the brook busily rushing by in the background. And you. A blissful event.
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The glaring lights of a VWBeetle...
Over 20 minutes of heaven...you know what I'm talking about...
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Coming up for air
> Over 20 minutes of heaven... you know what I'm talking about...
Caught like a frightened rabbit in the glaring headlights of an oncoming car. The windows steaming up. Mmmmm.
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Staring up at the ceiling
"This room needs decorating."
"Yes, it's been the same since I was fourteen."
"Look at that ceiling. Could do with a lick of paint."
"Yes, I know."
"Never mind it now. Just kiss me."
"Ok..."
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Re: Staring up at the brake lights
Red light...
Green light. Boo.
Red light...
Green light. Bah!
Stopped. "Click!" goes the handbrake.....
Mmmmmm.....
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Staring up at the brake lights
Red light...
Green light. Boo.
Red light...
Green light. Bah!
Stopped. "Click!" goes the handbrake.....
Mmmmmm.....
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Stuck on amber
Please be a red light...
Please be a red light...
Please be a red light...
If I slow down when the light's on green, maybe it will be red by the time I get there...
YES! "Click" goes the handbrake...
Mmmmm...
Stuck at green
Red light....
Red light....
Mmm...
Green light.
"Going, Kate."
Nevermind. Let them beep their horns.
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The handbrake's stuck
"Left".
"No! I meant right!".
"But now we're lost in the middle of nowhere."
"Mmm... And we've run out of petrol too."
"9:30, Table for two..."
The duvet's in the boot, isn't it?
Not that I need to keep warm...
Or a fetching tartan overthrow should suit us nicely.
How much room is there in the back of a Vauxhall Astra again?
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Stretch out and wait
> How much room is there in the back of a Vauxhall Astra again?
Enough to make it exciting, not enough to be truly comfortable.
The one that you dream on
> Enough to make it exciting, not enough to be truly comfortable.
But comfort isn't the real issue here, is it my darling?
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Think of England
> But comfort isn't the real issue here, is it my darling?
No, it isn't. It's the proximity. The rush of excitement. The moon, the stars, the trees all around. The owl, the badgers, the darkness. The sound of the magic faeries playing in the brook. Some enchanted evening...
And a clock somewhere strikes midnight...
And when shall this evening strike, squire?
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The chimes of Big Ben
> And when shall this evening strike, squire?
Midnight, as usual. I'll change into a dormouse, and the pumpkin will become a crystal coach. Will the slipper fit? Mmmm. I hope so.
Pics of Moz in his underwear here...
Perspex or the real thing?
>Will the slipper fit? Mmmm. I hope so.
I'm not sure. Is it a size 5?
Well, my darling, if it does fit, I think you'll find clumsy Nassen Hund will trip/stub her toe/just fall over as soon as a glass slipper if placed upon her foot. So I'll be barefoot and vunerable surrounded by shattered glass. Opps. Sorry. I'll need rescuing...
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Royal Society for the Rescue of Fallen Women
> Sorry. I'll need rescuing...
I'll be your handsome prince if you'll be my fairy princess. My white charger awaits to sweep you away to a magic land where we'll live ina magic castle safe from horrible monsters, and be happy forever. And the journey starts tomorrow, my darling.
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Tick Tock Tick Tock Tick Tock
>My white charger awaits to sweep you away..
Oh, that would be...heavenly. My knight in shining armour in a blue Vauxhall Astra...
And where is this castle? 16 Carr Lane? Heh heh.
xxx Not long now darling....
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