This week Boris Johnson surpassed himself by using the phrased “spaffed up the wall” when describing money spent by police investigating historical child abuse cases. A day when an Australian man shot and killed almost 50 Muslims at prayer in his attempt to halt immigration in Europe (hello Irony?) and an Australian senator essentially blamed the Muslims for their own deaths by saying “The real cause of bloodshed on New Zealand streets today is the immigration program which allowed Muslim fanatics to migrate to New Zealand in the first place.” – Riiight? Okaaaay.
Can I get a For Fucks Sake!
So Bman and I watched Ed Stafford’s documentary about the homeless in Britain – ’60 Days on the Streets’. Bman took great delight in pointing out that it had only been on 10 minutes and he’d already seen 3 homeless people wearing the same coat as mine. It’s a good job I don’t give a fuck isn’t it really? I seem to surround myself with piss-taking cunts. I think it’s safe to say that I can give as good as I get though, if not better. Anyway I love my Shadwell jacket it‘s a great coat – clearly favoured by the dispossessed and streetwise of the nation for its warmth and practicality.
It did occur to me yesterday though that since leaving the education profession, I rarely have the opportunity to make a sartorial effort. My poor husband only ever sees me in PJ’s, naked, or in my walking to work ensemble of trackies/Koolkids tee, hoody, and the trusty Shadwell. Of those three outfits, obviously, the naked one is the most attractive. Would be nice to make an effort sometime though, so he could see me with tidy hair, some make-up and a something slightly more feminine – a dress & heels maybe.
He did take me out for lunch on Thursday – at Morrisons cafe because he knows how to treat a lady – but it was before work so, no make-up, barnet all over the place, slackydaks and work tee shirt as standard!
Maybe I should get him to take me out somewhere (but not to a dodgy German techno sex party in a derelict building*).
*see these previous blog posts Bman’s dodgy night out