The words in the blog are fairly random with an emphasis on mocking people, places, things and Bon Jovi. Like most blogs, it’s set up for you to leave comments, stories, rantings or whatever comes to mind so please do.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Face Value
The first time you meet Sugartastic Daddy John, you’re under no illusion as to the type of individual you’re dealing with. Maybe it’s because he’s 8 ft tall with the funkiest, far-out ‘fro or maybe it’s those salacious, silky suits he wears with such suave style but the first time you set eyes on The Daddy, you know he’s the man to set you up with a companion for the evening. The first time you meet Scurvy Jane, you’re under no illusion as to the type of individual you’re dealing with. Maybe it’s the jaundice complexion or maybe it’s the spongy gums. The give away signs may be the litres of orange juice that she always carries with her or maybe it’s her name ‘Scurvy Jane’ that tells you that she makes a living, giving talks to school children on the outcome of a deficiency of vitamin C. The first time you meet Helen Wolff, you might be forgiven for not knowing that she’s an erotic boutique owner:
