Having traumatised part of our small (but perfectly formed) readership with Hallowe'en exploits here is a quick post to prove that occasionally more wholesome pursuits are, well, pursued. Being a bit on the chilly side this weekend we took the Twiglet bowling (anyone ever heard that Camper Van Beethoven song take the Skinheads bowling? Top tune folks.... and according to husband one of the greatest songs written in non sequiturs - fascinating I hear you cry), and she beat me. I'm not bitter.
We went to the beach, in at least 40 layers of clothing. Twiglet still wanted to paddle. She was physically restrained from removing shoes and tights. I fear hypothermia.
And in between it all Twiglet avoided the paparazzi who hound her every breakfast by the judicial placement of rather large, retro shades, they set off her fleecy jamas no? She is just so rock n roll.
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You can't be too careful of the paparazzi, when you're as cool and insouciant as the Twiglet. I believe I have only heard *of* the CVB song, so I shall pursue it immediately.
(Word verification: plicati (Lat., trouble; see com + plicati, with trouble --I'm guessing)
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