Up the pole/On the bubble
Thursday, March 1st, 2007Right I’ve been trying to pack - note frantic packing - as I realise that I have to leave for Zurich in approximately 8 hours. Flight is at 645am. Smart Jo, very smart. At least trip is only for 3 days. And if an underwear crisis arises surely Mr. Trader can loan me his boxers. Don’t you just love a man that wears boxers. And I had gone shopping especially for yellow themed party on Saturday. What I bought is bright bright yellow. Well at least I can match it with my yellow suede LK Bennett heels (Yum) and take consolation that I am not a black man wearing a skin tight neon yellow shirt. And he says he’s not gay. Right…..
And I’ve got a ride to the airport at the ungodly hour of 5am compliments of Andy - well it was really a barter, trip to Heathrow for Chicken Curry dinner.
And you should’ve seen Andy’s face when he saw me eating cherry tomatoes with soya bean milk. Crazy chinese girl. In situations like these, the first question asked is - "Why the fuck are you eating that? Are you pregnant or something?"
No mate. I just have weird food habits. No such thing as an immaculate conception. And I’m too poor for fancy in-vitro procedure thingies.
