Jo has just informed me that my new trousers enhance my English accent.
Apparently it's because they look very "Carnaby Street". I checked that she didn't mean very "Austin Powers", she didn't.
Maybe if I get some other 'nationalistic' trousers I'll be able to do more accents? Or perhaps I should just get some 'able to sing in tune and not constantly spout incomprehensible drivel' slacks? Oooo...do they make 'darn fine tap-dancer' kecks? I've always harboured secret (not so much anymore) yearning to trip the light fantastic - too much Gene Kelly as a whipper snapper.
We're here...we're queer...we're over it.
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- Grumpy Yet Amusing
- Tall and in possession of a devastating death glare, yet occassionally disarmingly pleasant.
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What I do in my spare time...
- ArchaeoBlog
- Boganette
- Cambridge Egyptology Links
- Digital Egypt
- Dorothy Surrenders
- Egyptology Blogspot
- Geeky - Amarna Project
- Grace the Spot
- Ham & Cheese on Wry
- Lesbian Dad
- Proof that I do have a job - Victoria University
- The BM
- The Guardian
- The Met
- The Park Bench
- The Sassy Curmudgeon
- Theban Mapping Project
- TWOP (or "how I know everything")
- Up Popped A Fox
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