a blog of blether & grooves 2006-13
hot damn ... just the very thing sweet thingx
Indeed. They just don't make 'em like this anymore.
This has bought Jo in from another room, dancing.
I may shimmy a little myself.
Make way .. I'm shaking me hips like there's no tomorrow. Since my back op, y'know, I've been doin Pilates down at the local school of an evening. Camp James instructs me with things like, 'Imagine your lungs are in your pelvis'. 'Let me taste the flavour of your neutral', or 'Slowly lay your shoulders down like cold pastry'.I can't say I feel any better, but it gives me a chuckle. Plus, I'm surrounded by 16 women on all fours with their bottoms in the air.Guinness for me Glo .. Feel that surge, luv. And if you could stay in the darkened corner where a mere glimpse of your younger beauty still lingers.Oh. And best get one in for all-comers. Dank days equals stiff drinks.
'Let me taste the flavour of your neutral' ???
You stay in your 'darkened corner' and I'll stay in mine Van Dyke
DVD- back to form.
Hello folks. For once I have to say I've had a hard day. Idiots running towards me like the zombies in World War Z. Being a fighter by nature I actually enjoyed it but now I'm tired. Having whatever DVD's having but, whoever's in charge, make it double and GRAZIE.
Guinness and Pilates for Luca.
On second thoughts, make mine a rum and cola.
Try slowly laying your shoulders down like cold pastry, Luca.
'Feel that tightening of your inner thighs'. Love and warmth to all across the great big onion. Luca has a bad moon rising by the sounds of his plaintive zombie woes. Latin imagination see; puts us stiff upper lip types to shame. If it wasn't for my British self-restraint and suppressed unblinking fortitude, I'd take Gloria roughly against that juke-box - right here, right now.. Christ woman - watch where you're throwing that bottle!
Davy, I have a very strict policy about physical exercises which can be resumed in the word NEVER. That policy kept me healthy and in good shape to this day so I'm not in a urge to change it. You'll have to shoot me or, better still, ask Drew to do that.
Is that straightjacket still in the beer cellar?
Come on, I haven't been THAT furious, DVD. And anyway, it's time for me to say goodnight and have a nice weekend. And please, give Gloria a little kiss on the cheek for me. I mean, look at all she has to put up to..
*Ahem* Anything happened while I nipped out?
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