Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Do not read while eating raisins

I am desperately unhappy. While wandering aimlessly round the internet in the manner of a drunk whory girl in a nightclub who has lost all her friends, I discovered a whispering about a special Josh Ritter gig to be played in Whelans of Wexford Street on Friday, prior to his set at Oxegen on the weekend. Naturally, I reacted violently and immediately, namely by screeching 'Whaaaaaaaat?' and dropping the raisins I had been eating down my top. Said gig is sold out anyway, and my entire chest area smells like dried fruit. How blue- making.

4 comments:

Chris Cope said...

***Thinks about statement "raisins... down my top," considers leaving comment, thinks better of it, moves on.***

Mossy said...

Excellent Chris, excellent. Reminds me of that southpark episode.

Voodoolady said...

You need to get over this Josh Ritter thing Lucy. I may have to beat it out of you.

Curly said...

Could have been worse I suppose, you could have had a sudden craving for canned peaches?

Chris thinks that perhaps other Chris' idea was actually pretty sensible as it's now got co-workers discussing what would smell worse than raisins if spilt down top...