I had a phone call this morning.
A girl wants to call up to the house to photograph me.
I have heard of these people. I generally don’t read the tabloids, but The Lads down the pub have talked about women who get all steamed up at the thought of naked old men. Mind you, for my age, I’m not in that bad a shape. OK, so the stomach has to be held in from time to time, but the man-boobs are still less than an A cup. I can’t blame the girl for choosing me as her pinup.
So I have a bit of a problem.
For a start, there’s Herself. Do I lock her in the coal-hole for the duration? Do I drug her? Do I tell her that it is a scientific experiment?
And what is the etiquette in these situations?
Do I greet her stark naked at the door? Or for the sake of propriety, do I keep my briefs on?
Am I allowed to ask for the return favour? I presume it is only fair that the traffic isn’t only one way?
So many questions.
So few answers.
I’d better start by finding that old bottle of chloroform…..
In the meantime, while I am otherwise occupied, here is a recording I made of yesterdays effort, for all you sad people who want to laugh at me.