So the delayed flight from Hong Kong has meant that my baby will be staying in a hotel in Frankfurt tonight, rather than hopping on the plane to meet me in London tonight.
The poor little thing. I’ll scoop her up in the morning, and make everything okay. Meanwhile, see if you can guess what I’m doing to amuse myself this evening. You’ll never guess. Try though.
July 22, 2005
What about Frankfurt?
Doing carpentry?
Nope. Not even close. Another guess?
Lasciviously sucking frankfurters? Or just eating them, obviously.
Cleaning the flat?
Nope, neither of those.
GTA and Jamesons?
Nope, not that either.
Oragami?
(shakes head)
Hey well give us a clue.
HAH! I knew that you wouldn’t be able to guess.
Well the odds where fairly heavily weighted in your favour.
Were you, by any chance, listening to some old tapes, including your band’s cover version of “Back For Good”?
Yes, Random Fred, I was. You’ve put Adrian to shame.
I wonder how similar Random Fred’s IP address is to yours?
Oh, Random Fred is so wise and perceptive.
Hey, call it a lucky guess.
That’s more than lucky. I’m still suspicious.
Say, Fred – how did you get the nickname "Random"? There must be a story to tell there.
We have thus far failed to determine the reason for my sporadic impotence.
You’re right – there is a story to tell there.