I can't be entirely sure, but the buffet car manager on my train this morning inserted the word penis into his announcement. It came quite early on, just after his name and before his stated commitment that he was going to be very happy if and when we came to order our coffee and hot bacon rolls. 'Good morning, my name is Stuart - penis- and I'll be very happy to serve you this morning.' He clearly said penis. But perhaps I imagined it? Did I have penises on the brain? Frankly, it's possible after the amount of smut I've read this weekend. On the other hand, I like to think it wasn't my subconcious, but a bet with the train driver: 'I bet you 50 quid you won't dare say penis tomorrow morning. Yeah? Watch me, pal!'
I didn't see anyone else react to the penis announcement, but that was because I was too busy hiding my head in my newspaper and giggling.
On a non-penis related note, this morning I saw the sunrise and it was very pretty - an bright pinky-orange like the inside of a Charentais melon, surrounded by a corona of gold.
Fan news: I spent nearly the whole of the weekend barring Friday night reading, watching or listening to Weiss Kreuz related things and am feeling drained yet vaguely euphoric. Although, and I blame you,
mandragora1, I did spend some time in HMV on Saturday fondling the Hornblower box set.
Sigh. Back to work now.
I didn't see anyone else react to the penis announcement, but that was because I was too busy hiding my head in my newspaper and giggling.
On a non-penis related note, this morning I saw the sunrise and it was very pretty - an bright pinky-orange like the inside of a Charentais melon, surrounded by a corona of gold.
Fan news: I spent nearly the whole of the weekend barring Friday night reading, watching or listening to Weiss Kreuz related things and am feeling drained yet vaguely euphoric. Although, and I blame you,
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Sigh. Back to work now.