So we drove for ages this morning (well, Monique did) in order to go fetch my Urban Outfitters parcel, only because I am such a naughty kitty that wanted her new stuff before setting off to southern France for a little less than a week. Along with a pair of clear glasses named "Johnny" (ideal for windy, dusty days, hayfever-related itchy eyes and faking you're actually cool) I got what is in fact a really big bunch of pornographic postcards with lovely, naive images but explicit contents. The concept is called "Say something dirty to 45 friends, lovers and mailmen" and I have to admit Monique and I got very excited about them in her car on the way back.
Of course, I already know who I'd like to send the 45 ones to but let's make another attenpted & failed effort to be normal and send them SECOND DEGREE to my friends. Above is one of them, for your entertainment, you, imaginary reader.
And oh God, how it's true.
