Lunch at MR C's on Sunday was an aromatic affair. Frobisher was lounging on the sofa (like Joan Collins) being waited on hand and foot . Little Lloyd in search of something well padded and warm to curl up on obviously chose our Frobi over the firmer and more sculpted Beast (Mr C was , wearing his fingers to the bone slaving over a hot stove - NOT !) . Little Lloyd snuggled up to Frobi with his little backside resting on the wooden arm of the sofa. After about 5 minutes Frobisher was pulling faces and flapping his arms about and making little mewing noises of disgust , and asking if we could smell anything.
Nope , fresh as a daisy in the Beast's vicinity , cutting remarks were made about Frobisher changing his pants on a more regular basis etc etc , until Frobi sunk into a sulking silence .
10 minutes later , A gagging Frobisher now getting very distressed , and wailing loudly 'Whats that smell' .
Upon investigation , Little Lloyd , was sitting in the exact correct position to drain the contents of his anal glands all over the chair arm....... nice !
Myself and Mr C needless to say found this highly amusing , as poor Frobi gagged and choked in the corner........he he he
The good news is the X factor is back. Yippee
The Beast loves this type of aspirational trash TV , and I am constantly amazed at how some of these people who turnup at the auditions , queue for hours , horribly embarrass themselves in front of millions of viewers and are still convinced they can sing and have 'Star quality' ........ its great.
Did you all had good weekends ?