Jas, Whatever Tom Has Under His Trousers

Some Things In Life Are Not Pleasant But They Have To Be Done. For Instance, German And Maths.

This Soft Grass Suggests 'softness' To Me, But Also At The Same Time 'lying-down-ness'.

Jas, You Are Three Hundred Miles Away. You Would Have To Have Nunga-nungas The Size Of France For Jock To Be Able To Rest His Hand On Them.

My Cousin Georgia Says That Boys Are Like Gazelles. She Says The Get Alarmed When They Get Close To Girls. And They Have To Leap Off Into The Woods Like Gazelles In Trousers. Or Have I Just Made That Up?

Unbelievable! I Said, "what Would I Be Doing Walking The Streets At Night As A Stuffed Olive- Gate-crashing Cocktail Parties?