it's too 'ot for swinging round here. i can do squelching and being diabolically rubbishly british at the first bit of anything slightly humid. it's impossible to swing in flip flops (which i'm against unless you're on a beach but needs must and it is in doors where no one can see)
Enjoy it D, it wont last long
ReplyDeleteit's too 'ot for swinging round here. i can do squelching and being diabolically rubbishly british at the first bit of anything slightly humid. it's impossible to swing in flip flops (which i'm against unless you're on a beach but needs must and it is in doors where no one can see)
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Summer of Sam? Hot damn!
ReplyDeleteYou better believe it.
ReplyDeleteMiss Ally I have alerted the fashion police and you should expect a visit anytime.
After they've spoken to me about my sandals.
ReplyDeleteGreat post title... Son of Sam ?
ReplyDeleteSandals!
ReplyDeleteAvoid flip-flop toe scuff pain, innit.
ReplyDeleteIf God had meant us to wear sandals ....
ReplyDeleteUmm. Scrap that idea.
Takes me back to my days in Malaya in '52. Damn mosquitoes!
ReplyDeletei'm salute your choice of a quality sandal. the summer footwear for every true gent.
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i'm saluting that should've been. sorry.
ReplyDeleteI've been enjoying this tune the past few days... Sammy sure had a lot of zazz.
ReplyDeleteA lot of zazz.
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