Yesterday Alina and I indulged in free wine and strawberry avocado sandwiches at a work function, then skipped our way down to Farmers to meet (accidentally) Ness and (on purposely) Circe, and then we proceeded (after spending a goodly amount of time looking at hosiery) up to Ash housewares to indulge in those glorious words, Half Price.
Most importantly, there we met Lestat.
He's our bathroom bin.
You can work out his name for yourself.
Circe's like "Make him say 'Babycakes!'"
At first he seemed nice enough...
But then he hungered for blood, any blood.
And would not stop,
Would not stop till his appetite was sated...
Circe tried to tame him with lemons,
And for a moment we thought this might have worked...
But only blood oranges would have done.
Narrowly, she escaped with her life, and bravely she approached him again, this time with protection...
But some things are brave and other things are stupid, and he wasn't after the blood in her hands.
It was a shot in the dark to begin with - of course his thirst couldn't be quenched with a cushion. Even a novelty purple one, in the shape of a star.
But brains, now, brains would do...
Watch out for him: Lestat.
Coming to a female bathroom near you!