As I'm writing this the cleaning lady is hoovering around me and Y has gone to Wilkinsons to buy light bulbs and Cif, what a picture of middle class life, if only people could see through the frilly curtains and see that life isn't always what it seems. I'm fascinated in a Jarvis Cocker way of the lives and goings on of the middle classes in England. Take swinging for example, it always conjures up images of matronly women getting down to it after having the vicar 'round for tea or middle aged bankers rushing home to put their wives hosiery on! Here in this leafy part of almost Cheshire I heard our neighbours (very ordinary, very Cynthia Bucket) having the loudest and passionate sex with the windows open, I was in the garden having a fag and couldn't believe what I was hearing. Needless to say the next morning when she gave me a cheery "good morning" I had to resist the temptation to give her a sly wink and ask if she was sore!
A guy rang me out of the blue this morning saying that he got hold of my number via the web and that he was thinking of organising a comedy festival in the spring and did I have any advice for him, I did!..Don't fucking ring comedians at 8.30 in the morning!
FTM!
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