This is just one side of a conversation I couldn’t help overhearing last week, it was conducted at full volume by two people standing in front of me in a queue. The googled privacy of the folk concerned have been protected by the cunning use of bio-degradable asterisks. Read it and weep:
K*m W*ng*r is going out with M*tty D*nst*n?
Is she really?
She’s really fit she is.
She used to go out with a guy called Dave. She had a couple of kids by him.
Well, well, well. K*m W*ng*r is going out with M*tty D*nst*n?
Has she got any kids by him yet? No? And she’s got five kids by other blokes?
I haven’t seen Matty for years, I went to primary school with him.
No, he’s the same age as me, makes him 35, 36?
Well, well. K*m W*ng*r and M*tty D*nst*n.
Who? Kathy?
She’s a laugh she is.
Does she know that joke? The I’m a celebrity joke?
Cos that Martina Navratillova, you know she’s a lesbian? Well she’s going to win it because she’s been eating bush tucker for years.
(I was so tempted to stand up and shout ‘ta daaa!’ but for one fact; I’m very partial to some bush tucker myself. In a vegetarian kind of way!)
B.
p.s. Soundtrack: The Loadout by Jackson Browne. Just excellent!
You missed some asterisks – line 5 :o)
Whatever you’ve done to the feed looks promising; your most recent post came through un-truncated, but it was about the same length as the truncated ones. You’ll just have to write more ;o)
Ah [blush]. Thanks Caroline! 🙂