I’m toying with ideas on how to spruce up the website. Unfortunately I can’t make up my mind on the best path to take. I don’t want to make more work for myself, already there are too many weeks when I can’t be arsed to sort out snaps to post. I need an easy fix.
Back in the dark ages, when we were young, if you asked a girl to shave her fanny you would have gotten a slap and been called a disgusting pervert. It’s completely the opposite nowadays. You can’t find a full bush for love nor money. Funny old world.
I’ve just been watching, from my bedroom window, the fireworks display celebrating the switching on of the Rugby Christmas lights and I’m reminded of that old festive proverb which declares that there are 12 days of Christmas, but none of them falls in fucking November!