My rock and roll weekend consisted of finally firing up a jigsaw, sent to me at the start of my self-imposed house arrest, by a good friend.
It has been sat on the kitchen table for over a month.
It didn’t take long to get into the zone once I started. It was a ‘Carry On’ themed puzzle. That bastion of British TV from the 60s & 70s, soon my brain was awash with thoughts like, “is this Hattie Jaques’ cheek?. **insert duck whistle or close-up of heaving cleavage here**
Along with that, I had rediscovered Game of Thrones on Catch Up TV. (You know you can’t just watch one episode). Pretty soon my restless mind was overloaded at bedtime with phrases and earworms like ‘House Baratheon’, ‘Unsullied’ & ‘You know nothing’ all interspersed with tiny images of dwarves and Sid James’ laughing face, stocking tops, Joan Simms bursting out of her nightie and Kenneth Williams doing that face that he did. Chuck the theme tune in on top of that and it has made for a few restless nights trying to get off to sleep.
Can’t help but think that if the Carry On team were still in their prime, that their take on GoT might be worth a watch. The tits and booze are already a given. I can just see Sid James and Bernard Breslaw dressed as whores for one reason or another in one of Littlefinger’s brothels.
I’d finished the jigsaw by Sunday night anyway and now have a new one to sit on the kitchen table until such time as I start it. 1970s sweets and chocolates this time – once again a gift from a very thoughtful friend.
Tonight I am venturing out. Not Out Out. But most definitely outside. Into Leeds no less for a date with Micky Flanagan for some casual cunting and peep maintenance. I am a bit nervous TBH. It’s a huge venue and it means being in Leeds after tea and coming home on the last 508.
Wish me luck.
Ciao tutti Xx