Patching Things Up March 17, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Bits and Pieces, Journal , 12 commentsI went to the Outside World today. Brave, I know. I hadn’t even made an appointment. I just went. Got in my clapped out car and, vroom vroom, beep beep, tootled off to the patch of world known as Royal Tunbridge Wells. Crumbs, I’m posh.
Anyway. Lovely bf said we could go to the cinema, now that I have ceased with my phlegm-expulsion habits. We watched Becoming Jane. ‘Twas quite good. Not as good, though, as the adverts at the start. There was one which had someone sticking coffee patches on their arms. (It was something like that; I’d had a little drink or two with lunch and was having a spot of bother with my concentration department.) It reminded me of my friend who gave up smoking but took up sticking nicotine patches all over herself to stop her getting grumpy.
I invented a marvelous invention which I had quite forgotten. When considering the patches, I was rather disappointed that said patches came in only two flavours: fags and hormones.
My fabulous idea was for spliff patches. I’m sure they’d be quite easy to rustle up. A bit of spliffy-stuff and a plaster. How difficult can it be?
Prototypes can be sent in a plain brown parcel to:
Mitzy Raven,
Middle o’ Nowhere,
The English Countryside.
First class please. Pretty please?
