Saturday, February 14, 2009


Dinner with her ex.

New-fangled fancy chilli-vinegar bottles,

I have to say in my defence,

my absolutely necessarily,

absolutely completely deliciously,

rat-arsed defence,

can- almost, in a certain seductive light I swear,

be virtually visually indistinguishable from red wine.

But try telling that amid his histrionic spurting, gagging,

the frantic back-slapping, ruined tablecloth, her

‘I’ll deal with you later’ glancing glares, and me

wondering when I’ll be sufficiently sober to care.



BarbaraS said...

Oh jaysus... whooee, bet it wuz hot!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Hey B,ya ken wot dey say,If ye canno stand da heat get out o da fryin pan!