Monday, October 13, 2008

Creepy Uncle Disgrace


“Still, at least I’m back blogging”

What a phrase. Up there with ‘Look Dad, no hands!!’ , ‘Honey, I’m having a bath, will you pass me the toaster?... ARGGHHH, I meant soa..BUZZZZZZ’ and ‘I think I’ll trim my pubic hair with a hedge strimmer out on the iced over decking in the garden’ as utterances of instant regret.

I’m actually investing a huge portion of my creative abilities into something else currently, so I will not be as prolific as I once was (I famously knocked out 3 posts in one week earlier this year), for the time being anyway.

Maybe we could work out a routine. I could commit myself to 1 post a week, couldn’t I? Maybe.

For the moment, consider me like a pleasant, but undeniably creepy leather chap clad Uncle who drops by once in a while, gives you a shiny ten-pence, pats you on the head and tells you to run along (only so he can chase you and tie you up in the garage).

8 comments:

Thriftcriminal said...

Fair enough. Why the jeans with the chaps tho?

OFTR said...

well well well, look who it is...

once a week is better than never I suppose.

National Disgrace said...

Thrifty, get yourself s pair and you'll understand

OFTR, you're beginning to sound like my ex!

Rosie said...

sigh.

the dublinista said...

Tease

National Disgrace said...

Message to everyone who has mailed: No, that's not me in the Chaps, and I am not available for 'casual relations'.. I am however available for childrens parties..

Rosie said...

but at what cost?

National Disgrace said...

Well not including the inevitable medical bills, and whatever value the loss of a childs innocence is, I'd be happy with minimum wage..