A long time ago+, in an archipelago far away…

Leias of meaning
I am generally not a big fan of surprises, but when I emptied my post box++ earlier today, I discovered this lovely item nestled in amongst all the bills and lawyers’ letters – a postcard from Dolce, Daisyfae and Nursemyra:

I'm afraid the front of the postcard is too sordid to publish

Thank you, ladies. Wish you were here.

+ Well, it SEEMS like a long time ago, ok?
++ That isn’t a euphemism

Questionable taste in men

Exciting prizes to be won if you can find these on my Flickr stream
This slight departure from the norm is in honour of the fact that Dolce and I have been together for a year. Perhaps it would be more precise to say “an item” rather than “together”, since we’re actually in different hemispheres at the moment+, but I think you get the gist of it.

So what’s it like dating a demon? To paraphrase Lou Reed – she makes me forget myself. Extrapolating Perfect Day to twelve months should give you an inkling of what I’m on about. Still confused? Okay, to put it another way – it’s fuckin’ awesome, man!

Happy anniversary, schveetie.

+ Any suggestions that this may be a contributing factor to our continued itemhood will be met with dire retribution. You have been warned!

Out and about

You know the expression, “be careful what you wish for, you may just get it”?

Of course you do – it’s the weapon of choice of the the curmudgeon; the metaphorical wet blanket used to douse the flame of enthusiasm. It carries with it the message that aspirations are to be feared. It’s also a load of bollocks.

A number of years ago, I found myself reading Dolce’s blog and thinking, “Wow, this is someone I’d really like to meet”. As luck would have it, I did. I’ve been utterly and completely smitten ever since.

For some inexplicable reason, she likes me too.
Hah!  Gotcha!  Now get your kit off and give me PLEASURE!