Tintinabulation

Do ignore the title of this entry. Due to the obscure and perverse way my mind works, I wrote it purely out of love for the sound of the word. I’m so hip I could have been put in the queen mother as a replacement. But she is dead as a can of spam. So I can’t. Tsk.

Well, this week has been a non event really, only piqued by the 4 HOUR phone conversation I had with the darling Kate, and the couple of shorter converstions with my dear Lianne. Yes, aren’t I an excitable fellow? (ed. No)

I’m learning to play a new nerd game with my nerdy associaes from the shop. It’s about little pirate ships and killing- well, aren’t I too cool for school (ed. No, you are just too OLD for school. Idiot). This entry is already sputtering and dying (much like my pants….. (eh??)) which is quite disturbing really as I haven’t been at it for long (to be more precise I haven’t been at it for years bu-dum tish. Very Groucho of me…).

On a lighter note one of the children from work told me that his dog was second hand. This tickled my thrusset pouch. Possibly. Oh, and while I was at the Bangor tea rooms yesterday eating a cherry scone and a nice cup of tea (yes… I know I’m twee) two middle aged men came in and started talking about their friend who had bought a yacht. He named it ‘Dangerous Brian’. Oh how a laughed to myself. Sad and English aren’t I???

Well, as Lianne is hasseling me to leave her a note I must depart now- I’ll try and write more soon (famous last words…)

Love Tom (Please…)