Saturday, December 09, 2006

Lost For Words

This isn't something you'll hear me say very often, but, well, I'm lost for words.

I'll just have to go back to tinkering with my Widow Twankey in front of the mirror again, I suppose.

7 comments:

Justin Brown said...

If you're looking for something to do with your fingers while they're idle, I'd be only too happy to offer suggestions!
If you'd like me to pop a ring on your finger, I'm not as shy about that as Fanny Apron is!

Eastcliff Richard said...

That reminds me, I must get some tea towel holders. The kitchen at the old CTM's in a bit of a state.

Justin Brown said...

I've got a spare kitchen roll holder, the freestanding type that you just pop the roll onto, and you'd be more than welcome to it.
I find it a little uncomfortable, myself.

Anonymous said...

Justin.

Eat sh*t and die.


(You probably already do)

Eastcliff Richard said...

That's uncalled for and I'll have none of that mullarkey on my site, thank you very much Mr Anonymous 10:50pm.

If you want to vent your insecurities I suggest you go and do it somewhere else. There are pleny of places on the internet that cater for boneheads.

Dane Valley Ted said...

Richard my old mate,If this carries on I think we will all have to moderate the comments.
Anonymous said... needs to stop this
crap or it will spoil what for me has been a really enjoyable addition to my life.
I thought that fran would help inject a bit of life into the local blog scene and along with lucy would give a better balance to the comments.
I do not even mind justin's input(I will rephrase that)His comments are a bit near the knuckle but that is what blogging is all about.

Eastcliff Richard said...

I agree, DVT.

Now if I were that chubby Scottish psychologist fellow on the television who profiles nutcases for the cops, I'd probably conclude that our anonymous woman-hating homophobe is a suppressed narcisist with a rampant Oedipus complex who was abused by one or a number of family members as a child.

But then what do I know?