Saturday, 19 May 2007
Rufus Thing ... blah, blah, blah ...
So the Wainwright album arrived on Thursday. The special "limited edition" with dvd. The excitement causes her to skip about like a drunk flump. She is wearing a posh frock.
The purification rituals are performed (bit of hoovering, bit of dusting). Bear is "made comfortable". Finally the blessed disc is listened to. Cake is eaten.
Everything is ok. The album is wonderful. A triumph. Bear agrees. Probably. It's a bit hard to tell, what with the gag and everything.
More cake is eaten. Bear is untied and the order is made - "entertain us, Fluff Boy". He dances.