Well here we are, it is February the 14th.
Roses are being sold and chocolates are being bought in the hope that they may grease any stubborn hinges to a special one's heart, (or more likely, dare I say in a cynical way, that special gifts are being bought in the hope that a bit of nookie may appear on the menu).
Now, being a confirmed batchelor and having weighed up what is available for a bit of dabbling and what it would take to grease that, I haven't made any purchases this year. Don't give me any stick about that, it was a logical decision and you would do well to do the same.
However...I received a card from across the waters and I thought I would tell you how I have been had.
My sister, bless her cotton socks, is studying nursing in Colorado. She got hold of a picture (probably emailed to her by one of her buddies here in the UK) of a male individual in a kilt. She liberally distributed this picture at her university, amongst her colleagues, and told them it was me in the picture.
Now I don't mind that it was a man in a kilt. The thing that causes raised eyebrows is that the camera view is from south to north and that the picture faithfully proves the old saying that there is nothing else worn under that kilt.
Yes, it is a nudie.
A few days ago I got a card signed by all her mates, with various comments ranging from demure compliments to some very lightly veiled offers and observations. To make matters worse, a photograph accompanied this card, showing four of the young ladies standing together in their uniforms. They are quite pretty. Actually let me be frank, they are hot...there, I said it. I am not going to post that picture here because I am going to visit my folks later this year in Colorado and I will probably meet some of my sisters pals while I am there. I don't want any further speculation on this side of the waters and on the other
Who knows what sort of misadventure and high jinks could follow as a result of this prank...
That was my experience for 14.02.2007
