Spring forward
You'd think,
what with my having a shitty week/fortnight/month and all,
whether awake or attempting to sleep,
that I'd be chuffed to have an hour of shittiness taken away.
I'm not. Not in the least am I happy with this clock changing thing.
I hate when people mess with time
(Well...
unless it's David Tennant)
he can mess with anything of mine that he likes.
I'd even pay.
It occurred to me last night that he has a similar appeal to the Hamster. Presses the same buttons in me. Touches the same place of instant attraction that connects my brain to my sex.
And that I could die a happy, smiling death whilst spit-roasted between them.
I really do need to get laid.
*sigh*
11 comments:
Oh! I know exactly what you mean! About time, The Doctor and the Hamster.
DT was on that thing Allan Carr does with Justin Lee Collins and questions from the audience included 'Does he make his partner call him The Doctor whilst in bed'. He paused thoughtfully for a moment with that chin up, eyes to the ceiling look he has and announced 'Well I prefer the Master actually...'
Oh, my!
I know they do this time changing thing on Saturday nights but that's of no comfort to those of us who work on Sundays.
Oh, my poor dark-shadowed, sleep deprived eyes...
(David Tennant is all right, but I'd rather play with Cap'n Jack.)
oooo I feel the same way about the hamster. And I'm sure you are getting more sex than me!
Sorry to say I don't know who David Tennant is. Guess I'll have to check him out. I love the name of your blog.
Spit roasted between Hammond and Tennant?
Sorry to be so vulgar, but who would get which end? Or would they swap half way through?
I love daylight saving. it makes our summer nights so wonderfully long in the southern hemisphere.
next weekend we go back to real time :-(
I'll be driving home from work at 5.00 pm in the dark soon. not happy about that.
Cakeytits: You. Me. Wavelength. :)
Luka: I know what you mean, he's attractive and all but... DT as the Doctor is the sort you could crawl all over without worrying who else had been there before. At least not in numbers ending in three zeros.
Vi: Just about, baby! If only I'd realised that karma would kick me for avoiding my husband every night for years. In my defence, I was a bit busy growing then feeding babies and stuff but still, rejection comes back to haunt, I've learned.
Ashley: You must check him out, he's all eyes and teeth and loveliness. You could write a book about him!
Roland: Please don't feel the need to apologise, vulgar is welcome as long as it's the truth. Oh, in answer to your question, I'd swap them halfway through. I'm nothing if not a fair slut in my fantasies.
Nursey: I'm even less happy about the fact that you'll be offline during your move. Where will I get my education now, eh? :)
I think I can guess what FB will be doing on Saturday night. LOL.
I can see the similarity between the two. I am trying to categorise it but all I keep coming up with is "hair", which isn't at all useful.
Myself, Justin Lee Collins does it for me.
Which is TOTALLY weird.
Urgh, no. David Tennant is adorable in an adorable over-excited puppy kind of way but I wouldn't want him in my bed. As for the rodent, erm, again no. I really need someone to tickle my brain, getting laid is easy, finding someone who engages the neurones and the soul isn't. In fact, it's near impossible. Must I really settle for a series of meaningless shags? Is that the way forward do you think? Blah.
Oh. My. God. Totally! DT = serious mmmm. And great blog :)
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