The Girlz decided to meet up for a chill out. Said chill out involved insignificant amounts of C2H5OH compared to the norm before we all grew up and chose to behave decorously on ‘school’ nites. Hence, I am home in sufficient time to post this.
We ate, drank and conducted in-depth analysis of the doings of our nearest and dearest. Oddly, we appear to have crossed a Rubicon between feelings of yeuch at parental sexual relationships to now trying to set up dates between our respective widowed progenitors. Although my suggestion of a civil partnership for two dads was perhaps premature.
However, this post is supposed to be a quasi-official rant – at the tramsbuggeration of our fair city.
While marooned en omnibus on Leith St on my way to the girlz-rendezvous I had far too long to anti-ogle (as in try not to look but be helplessly drawn to the awfulness of) the male objects not working on the tramscrash, i.e. holes in road.
These individuals are now notorious for standing around gazing down deep holes and generally posing to no useful effect. Here, therefore is my argument: if this nation is to be ripped off for this political vanity project we, the concerned citizens, should at least have pretty boys to look at in the aforementioned poses. I vote for sweet faced young hunks artistically sporting sexy smears of dust highlighting delicious bone structure.
NOT dirty, sweaty unfortunates who are going commando-style in the August heat.
P, who knows much about such issues confirmed that the hole-in-the-road-diggers are indeed commando-style explained in precise detail just why. Apparently, it’s all to do with – er, um, boy-pants (?) Mercifully failed to understand the finer points here.
Anyway, this is a plea for pretty boys so those stuck on the bus can be enchanted with the view. And I can’t imagine anyone will disagree.
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