Went along to a Halloween party at the weekend dressed as a kind of rough looking tranny witch and felt disturbingly comfortable in make up, dress and tights. That is until the front door got opened for the smokers and I felt a draught go right up me. I'd have had frost on my man growler had I not done a quick leg cross.
It's Gimplord not Gimplady.
Monday, 5 November 2007
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"Man growler?" Surely you mean "dinkle?"
ReplyDeleteI know where you're coming from. The one time I had on the national dress, at a wedding, I had several rough drafts wafted at the barse. Updrafts perhaps in part explain why women don't like the windows to be open.
Despite it being May, it was a bit of a (jap's) eye opener. Which I enjoyed.