The Start of Things
I'm standing outside my back door smoking the last fag of 2007. The neighbour's Union Jack is fluttering in the breeze. He isn't a BNP thug, just very patriotic. He got rid of the Warrior and bought a Focus. His girlfriend's very nice.
There's something at the top of the pole. It looks like a small camera. It's pointing straight into my bedroom window. I really ought to rehang the curtains.
Is the cheeky sod streaming my bedroom habits to the world at large? Or is it just for personal consumption? How long has it been there? How clear is the picture? Could any of the married men be identified? Am I incensed or aroused?
2008. Day breaks. I pick up my binoculars. It's just a loop from the flag rope.
My imagination really needs an outlet. My libido has escaped.
posted by Cherrypie at 4:34 pm
9 Comments:
Perhaps Big Brother is going local this year?
Happy New Year Cherrypie!
:)
you'll be Ok as long as you're not exceeding the speed limit!
There's nothing to stop you installing a web-cam yourself.
Happy New Year.
I thought your libido had already been set free to enjoy life to its fullest.
Flag poles are like life. In the morning they go up, at sunset they go down.
You need to keep them from going down is all.
I presumed you put it on Youtube yourself Cherrypie - it's all there for the world to see. I'm surprised they're not all queuing at your door for some of the action Cherrypie.
Oh, they are, Tom. They are.
Happy New Year Cherrypie.
You've unleashed your libido and run it up the flagpole?
Wow Britain is Big Brother!
Check the Internet to see if any of your nocturnal
(or diurnal...*hums afternoon delight) activities have made it big on the Russian Prison Channel..they always have the primo stuff!
Where oh where did my 'bido go,
oh where oh where can it be?
I hope that you're writing all of the juicy stuff down Bridget Jones Wanton Sex Goddess.
hahahaha! my friend cherry pie--only you could tell this tale.
:)
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