And I need a fucking haircut. I’ll do that tomorrow but today I saw my Nan. Although she was a bit grumpy to begin with, she quickly broke out the hash and whiskey. That cheered her up.
Jul 06
I Love My Nan . . .
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Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (sci-fi), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap.
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Anonymous
July 6, 2007 at 10:05 am (UTC -5)
No doubt she needed a wee snort if you were visiting .
Anonymous
July 6, 2007 at 8:43 pm (UTC -5)
She’s taller than I thought – and glasses too!
You should see what can be done about dying your grey as well.
EW