KKLAK!
Films! Songs! Books! Photographs! Geekiness! And other sexy things.
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www.flickr.com/photos/great_caesars_ghost
www.flickr.com/photos/knotty_pine
www.flickr.com/photos/self_raising_lazarus/
Tonight’s drunken family dinner included:
- Me making the mistake of stating, ‘I’ve got a tingly finger,’ eliciting a variety of reactions.
- The exchange, after my brother gave Stephanie a used napkin (who complained), of my dad saying, ‘Oh don’t worry, the same stuff’s in your blood.’ To which my brother replied, ‘Like AIDS.’
- Something about ‘granddad whacked out on peyote strangling a policeman’.
- An interlude for the men to decamp to the garden for some catapault-and-crabapples based fun. (Like retiring to the drawing room, but less highbrow.)
All before my brother left to celebrate his birthday by watching the sun come up over Salisbury Plain. With lots of sad tossers, no doubt.
