Fata Morgana

I'm a thick twat. I thought Elle was Mona up there. No worries, it's a threesome now!
 
Fata's been my favorite Brit for quite a long time now, and I like a surprising number of the Brits here. I just want to feed her cheese and read to her. :heart:
 
Fata's been my favorite Brit for quite a long time now, and I like a surprising number of the Brits here. I just want to feed her cheese and read to her. :heart:

I was talking about you yesterday! Met an author and we were talking about previous author meets and went into a CDL convo and mentioned you sending me his signed copy. :)
 
she's obscure, deep poetry
the wind rippling dark-waters
woodsmoke from an open fire making your heart sing, your eyes weep,
and thick slabs of toast lavished with butter and marmalade
 
she's obscure, deep poetry
the wind rippling dark-waters
woodsmoke from an open fire making your heart sing, your eyes weep,
and thick slabs of toast lavished with butter and marmalade

God I wish Phil would put that on my staff appraisal instead of "insubordinate, uses inappropriate language and difficult to manage."
 
I was talking about you yesterday! Met an author and we were talking about previous author meets and went into a CDL convo and mentioned you sending me his signed copy. :)


I do tend to come up at the most random times, don't I? :D
 
Wit can be repellant without warmth. Its the combination. And the 'cunt' abandon. And the enthusiasm.

You're 100% correct. She possesses the warmth and the hotness.

Sometimes I am too concise here. Or not concise enough. :eek:
 
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She's such a cunt. I go to all the trouble to find a nice pic for her to look at and she doesn't even say thank you. :mad:

No matter, she's still such a loverly cunt. :D
 
God I wish Phil would put that on my staff appraisal instead of "insubordinate, uses inappropriate language and difficult to manage."
he went out of his way to break out the long words then....

does he keep that dictionary handy just for you? mind you, he probably knows how to spell them now, given the practise :cool:
 
No worries. Jamie's Italian in Nottingham City is a stone's throw from a giantic Waterstones. Then round the corner is The Pitcher & Piano which does fabulous cocktails. It's an old church with beautiful stained glass windows. Then when we're proper pissed up we can stagger into Delilah's deli and buy lovely cheeses, bring back to mine and crash out with a not horrific film, some more plonk and said cheeses.

Then we'll make some dirty phone calls to Tath!

Tath, Yes! Now these are all ideas I can get behind. You're earlier suggestion, not so much. Unless you want me to fill you in on some fun secrets. ;)
 
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