Lost in the supermarket

When a man woman you've never met before suddenly gives you flowers stops you in the supermarket and says I’ve been dying to bump into you, that’s Impulse Creed.

Actually I wasn’t wearing aftershave, but dear women, if you receive one word answers and the man attempts to leave don’t block his path and continue asking questions, he’s not interested........unless you’re wealthy and will support his art gallery and pain au raisin addiction and stamps for lovelorn letters.

As so often witnessed from "test", a post that promised so much and quickly slid into its own self-pitying pool of pish.

You stupid cunt.


(Says the man who missed his train to the Thomas Houseago exhibition in Norwich this morning)


Your bits are in the post, sweetheart.

All received thanks.

You're still a cock though.

A shrivelled up one too.