Friday, December 10

A hitherto-unknown side-effect of moving house.

Last night, I dreamt that I was a good friend of Boris Johnson.

I'm not.

6 comments:

Gary said...

Look on the bright side, though. You've coined a new euphemism!

"He's OK, but, y'know..."
*taps nose*
"He's a Friend of Boris."

Squander Two said...

That's good to know, but, having unwittingly coined it, I find I have no idea what it means. "He's asleep"? "He's moved house"? What?

Squander Two said...

I am eating cheddar, by the way. It's very nice.

Squander Two said...

The cheese, that is. Not the town.

Gary said...

What does it mean? I dunno. I haven't thought that far ahead.

Squander Two said...

You're so impetuous.