Saturday, September 24, 2022

Never knowingly under stimulated


Petemonk and Alice discuss the upcoming new play. As far as I can tell it is a nostalgic lament for the good old days when gays were real men as opposed the the limp-wristed, lisping apologies you get today. Nostalgia catches up with all of us in the end.

Just off a call with mum who is only two years older than him and, frankly, less engaged. Something to be said, I conclude, for being a cantankerous old bugger.

We all learned from Dad, the Zeus of snarky dissent.

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