My mum never fails to amuse me with her resourcefulness when it comes to playing with the kids. I come home to find a polar bear asleep in its sleeping bag (jiffy bag) and I know it's her work. And when she took B & H to a cafe last week, her latte sleeve was put to very good use...
Wednesday, 12 November 2008
... who blow-dries his balls. And his bum crack. Absolutely astonishing. Stands there in front of the mirror in the main corridor of the changing room, legs wide apart, lazily playing the hairdryer over his knackers and arse like it's the most normal thing in the world. Middle aged fellow, and hairy. Can't decide whether he does it for reasons of obsessive hygene, or simply for kicks. Sheesh.
Posted by James Spackman at 05:41