I ran home, sobbing with every step.
On the way home on Second Avenue and 7th Street, I saw one of Rufus' Kiss Buddy Cronies, cradling a toy baby, wearing a mask and a pink wig, some sort of odd disguise.
"Did you hear the terrible news," I cried, "this is all your fault, look at what happened to Carmel, because Rufus and you lot refused to back off and kept sharpening your knives and planning all sorts of pork recipies. Look what you have done. Carmel is gone for ever, stretched and bloated and stuffed like a sausage, one of yours, no less."
"My fault," he laughed, "it was you who started the whole thing off, not us. Now scram, you are blowing my cover. Be off with you, SP, trouble maker. Coochie Coo, Coochie Coo, babykins."
"What are you supposed to be with that daft disguise, I knew it was you, you horrid lout, from a mile off. "I shouted back at the Kiss Cronie.
"A nanny,'" he said. "Now scram or I will smack your bottie too."
I didn't need any more encouragement than that. So I scrammed.
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So I'm sitting on the Edinburgh to Glasgow train on Friday night. I'm a bit annoyed because I'm on my way to a gig and the train is late. It's also crowded, and I share a set of four seats with an elderly couple and a younger blonde woman who they plainly know quite well.
The journey takes about an hour rather than the usual 45 minutes, and even though I'm reading the paper you can't help but overhear the conversation, you know the way.
So they talk about all sorts of things, and then the subject comes round to the elderly woman's daughter who lives in New York.
"Her hobby is this blogging thing," she says. "Oh, I hate it. Telling all the intimate details of your life on the internet for anyone to see. She calls herself the Scottish Princess, can you believe that!"
You look like your mum, don't you?
heh heh hehhhhhh. Ya k n o w....theyve been slicing an AWFUL lot of cured and smoked p o r k products at that shop on Bleecker Street lately. And not a single little piglet in sight lately.
Let me s h o w you....
heeeeeeeeeeeeere pig~gie pig~gie pig~giiiiie!~
See? Not a squeal do we hear. Poooooooor lil piggiiiiiiie HAAAAAA!~
heh heh hehhhhhh. Ya k n o w....theyve been slicing an AWFUL lot of cured and smoked p o r k products at that shop on Bleecker Street lately. And not a single little piglet in sight lately.
Let me s h o w you....
heeeeeeeeeeeeere pig~gie pig~gie pig~giiiiie!~
See? Not a squeal do we hear. Poooooooor lil piggiiiiiiie HAAAAAA!~
heh heh hehhhhhh. Ya k n o w....theyve been slicing an AWFUL lot of cured and smoked p o r k products at that shop on Bleecker Street lately. And not a single little piglet in sight lately.
Let me s h o w you....
heeeeeeeeeeeeere pig~gie pig~gie pig~giiiiie!~
See? Not a squeal do we hear. Poooooooor lil piggiiiiiiie HAAAAAA!~
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