Sorry I have been so long updating. This has been due to my dongle having failed to procure any sort of connection. This of course refers to my broadband connection and is not some innuendo to après-pos yet another entry trudging through the ‘filthy-minded, sad-loner’ territory. But while we are on the subject, I have now had a few thousand page-loads. You’d have thought one of you would have picked up on the sub-text of sexual desperation over the last few entries, and offered some kind of pleasurable relief. Not even the American who clearly found my blog arousing has been in touch. Honestly, it’s all take with you people. In fact the nearest I’ve come to any sort of offer recently is this graffiti I pass in town on my way to work.
I presume it to be some sort of sexual open invitation. But you can’t even know this for sure, because any clarity of intent seems so ambiguous. If we were to take the meaning of the graffiti literally, this is a ‘gal’ called Dave, who happens to be able to use her eyes for their intended function. It is strange how she feels her sense of sight to be her most prevailing character trait. What a wasted opportunity. Surely the ‘gal’s’ vision is something we can take as a given, since she has clearly been able to legibly operate a spray can. I would argue that the absurdity of a ‘gal’ being called “Dave” is of much more prevalent interest, yet she seems only to have mentioned this as a tacked-on, passing after-thought. Clearly she would need some assistance with prioritising if she is ever planning to publish an autobiography. Although should anyone wish to point this out to Dave, it is convenient there is a mobile number to get in touch.
