I’ve been for a walk around the green – to give myself that ‘break’ from staring at the monitor that one is supposed to have.
On this walk my companion was my iPod; IÂ took it to help me decide on the playlist for this weekend’s podcast.
Unfortunately there were two problems with this:
Unfortunately problem the first: my iPod doesn’t see or have a mouth to tell me things, because when I got back I caught sight of myself in the mirror in the lounge.
I had a spot. On my nose.
What the fuck is this?
Puberty has been, hung around for a bit and departed. Ages ago. And yet I still get the occasional zit.
What?
And unfortunately problem the second: I now have, thanks to my iPod, eighteen, yes 18, tracks vying for a slot on tonight’s playlist. This is, obviously, not helpful.
And speaking of unhelpfulness, here’s another question.
How is it that when we go shopping I buy a tube of Prawn Cocktail-flavoured Pringles, Soph buys a tube of Paprika-flavoured Pringles and yet – when I go to the cupboard – the only one that’s left is the tube of Paprika?
Huh, huh, huh, huh?
How does that work?
Because if Soph wanted Prawn Cocktail-flavoured Pringles she’d have bought them, right?
So there’s some kind of sorcery or inter-dimensional thievery going on around here that causes the Prawn Cocktail-flavoured Pringles to disappear, obv.
Because I couldn’t entertain, for a moment, the notion that someone other than me might be eating the Prawn Cocktail-flavoured goodness.
Could I?
Well, I haven’t been sneaking into the cupboards, scoffing the PC Pringles…although I’d take one if offered, obv. Yeah, I still gets spots – but they don’t sell Old Bag Clearasil do they? There’s clearly a niche market they are missing – old spotty gits.That’s my demographic, yes sirreee. And finally, let me help with the podcast track selection – remove track numbers 4 and 9. There you are – see, my comments do have some purpose after all. Enjoy your weekend, both of you. I have rather serious Pringle envy now – we don’t have anything as convenient as a convenience store around here, you know. Pah.
Mya x
Ahhhh, you have them ol’ “I didn’t eat them” fairies. I get them in my house a lot too. It’s either that, or we have a hungry ghost.
I still get the odd spot or two, I too thought I would’ve out grown puberty by 30. Just waiting for my balls to drop now and I’ll be set.
It could be worse, one of my friends who is about 26 still can’t grow stubble – he just about has some bits of bum fluff – the baby faced freak (he’s male by the way).
Man zits are usually caused by changing shaving foam.
But not on your nose.
Weirdo.
Trust you are well and settled since moving from the ‘shire
There must be a Pringle loving rodent living in your cupboard. Or it could be a whale attracted by the smell thinking there was a bit of krill lurking in there. Couldn’t have been Soph. Never!
I also get a spot once in awhile. Don’t know what to say but I feel your pain.
Mya, I really have to send you a spare USB with a couple of podcasts on so you can suffer to the same degree as everyone else.
CynSc, I’m approximately 42 times your age (at least!) and therefore please imagine your sense of injustice multiplied by (at least) 42. Aye.
Gumpher, well blow me down and bugger me sideways with a rusty five iron tied to a size 8 rugby boot, I thought you’d dropped off the face of the planet. Nice to see your name about the place again. And yes, guilty as charged to the weirdo thing.
S. Le, We’ve discussed it and it transpires that it may, possibly, have been a Soph.