Scissors, black biro, hole punch and stapler. Let me feel the thickness of your copier paper. 54 year old male administrator for a local charity seeks love in the most unlikely places.
Sunday, 18 December 2011
Top Knot
On my day off last week I decided to escape the Christmas shoppers and pop into the cafe where my daughter works. It was absolutely heaving but luckily I managed to bag a seat at the back of the cafe, perfect for people watching. I am rather backward in the style stakes, but I do like to observe the some what strange tendencies of women when it comes to fashion. Last year every other lady seemed to be sporting those ghastly big slipper boots, that often wore down on the inside of the sole giving the wearer an unsightly rickets like gait when they walked. This year lots of women were wearing black quilted belted jackets with a gold logo on the chest or the hairstyle my daughter calls a 'top-knot'. It got me wondering, if you chopped off all the top-knots in Preston and lined them up side by side how far would they stretch. My estimate would be to London and back. What do you think?
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