I got two tickets to see Stevie Wonder at the O2 in London this Tuesday evening and have offered the second ticket to a mate who lives up there and will meet me there.
Last night our singer asked me if he and his girlfriend could share a lift up and down to the gig as his car is playing up. No problem at all.
Then, this morning, I realised in my mind I had reserved two pungent smokes for the 90 minute drive up and the 90 minute return journey. I can't inflict my perfume on him - He is Mr Health in the group and a very tolerant bloke, but it would be like a punishment for him if I lit up.
She, however, is a cigarette hoover.
My car might have dead cigar whiff humming in the background on 3/10 pretty constantly - but I'm not having any bloody cigarettes smoked in my vehicle ever! Ghastly things!
Last night our singer asked me if he and his girlfriend could share a lift up and down to the gig as his car is playing up. No problem at all.
Then, this morning, I realised in my mind I had reserved two pungent smokes for the 90 minute drive up and the 90 minute return journey. I can't inflict my perfume on him - He is Mr Health in the group and a very tolerant bloke, but it would be like a punishment for him if I lit up.
She, however, is a cigarette hoover.
My car might have dead cigar whiff humming in the background on 3/10 pretty constantly - but I'm not having any bloody cigarettes smoked in my vehicle ever! Ghastly things!
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