Freud or Fraud
I have been distracted of late.
Watching the Royal Wedding yesterday, for all the pomp and pageantry, for that Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen dress, for Prince Harry's fuck-me-now appeal, for the oppulence and grandeur of Westminster Abbey and the solemnity and sonnambulism of the ceremony, what I kept mulling over was the horse shit on the Mall.
General Elections wise, call me apathetic, call me apolitical, but I haven't followed, rather can't be bothered to follow the developments. Tin Pei Ling who? Gay agenda what? And browsing through an opposition party member's guidebook, I wasn't dissecting her manifesto but ogling her two sons in a family snapshot. Pardon me, but I was thinking of the general erection.
It must be age catching up with me. Mid-life crisis the sort.
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Watching the Royal Wedding yesterday, for all the pomp and pageantry, for that Sarah Burton for Alexander McQueen dress, for Prince Harry's fuck-me-now appeal, for the oppulence and grandeur of Westminster Abbey and the solemnity and sonnambulism of the ceremony, what I kept mulling over was the horse shit on the Mall.
General Elections wise, call me apathetic, call me apolitical, but I haven't followed, rather can't be bothered to follow the developments. Tin Pei Ling who? Gay agenda what? And browsing through an opposition party member's guidebook, I wasn't dissecting her manifesto but ogling her two sons in a family snapshot. Pardon me, but I was thinking of the general erection.
It must be age catching up with me. Mid-life crisis the sort.
Posted via LjBeetle