*pen poised above mental notepad*
Riding my bike around listening to MP3 player is not, I repeat, NOT the same as driving around with my stereo on. People can, and do, hear you whilst singing. Please keep this in mind when we next go out.
*asterisk, asterisk, asterisk. Puts pen and notepad away*
*puts naughty editor hat on*
I imagined you drawing three pictures of the cartoon character Asterix then… the * you’re looking for is an asterisk.
And the singing out loud thing entirely despends on how well you sing, sweetheart…
Thank-you. So what is it that an aditor’s hat does to make it naughty?!?
I sing abysmally. My own mother banned me from singing in the house. This is not a pain I wish to inflict on innocent bystanders 😉
Did I ever tell you of the time when I was riding to the supermarket at about 10pm belting out Sex Bomb by Tom Jones and all of the sudden I hear ‘Nikku-sensei! You are good singaa!’ from the bad kids hanging out under the bridge? It was fantastic, in that terribly embarrassing sort of way.
In that i’m crap at keeping address books
its time to repost your snail mail address 🙂