Simon

_{I’m still thinking about the other question.}

I’m sure I’m missing something here…

You find it funny? You find it risible?

Anyone would think you don’t trust my cooking skills. :P

How’s life treating you these days, Tash?

When did you tell me?

Again, I approve. It’s an honor. :)

_{If I’d been named after my parents mutt, I’d be Shelly. Yikes!}

You’ve got a point. If I can find me a bowler before I lose the moustache I’ll retake the photo.

_{Bonus cheers for not calling it a derby.}

it wouldn’t surprise me.

Back to the drawing board.

Still, sweetie?

Please what?

Don’t you have homework you ought to be doing? :P

_{Cheeky little so-and-so. LOL!}

Would this help?

_{Not a chance in hell.}

I’m just nosey curious.

I offend everybody sooner or later. It’s part of my English charm.

English, obviously.

Spanish – Te quiero abuela (A family joke from way back when)
French – Je t’aime
German – Ich leiber dich
Italian – Te amo
Latin – Te amo :P
Portuguese – Amo te :P :P
Drunk – Iloveyouyou’remybestfriend
Redneck – Nice rack!

In my mind, country song writers have a reputation for penning great lyrics. Lines like “We believe the book of John and we drive John Deeres” just don’t happen in other genres. But if I have to name a name, I’ll say Bernie Taupin. Or maybe my namesake, Paul Simon. Hell, I told you this was tough!

Vocalist? Sinéad O’Connor has a hell of a voice, as does Kate Bush. Also, there’s this lady.

The only guitarist I can think of is Mark Knopfler. I’m so not a musician.

Drummer? The Cadbury gorilla.

Best bassist is tricky. I wouldn’t know a bassist if it bit me on the nose.

And the world’s most awesome-bestest fiddle player is a toss-up between the guy who performed on this track and this chick. No, scrub that, there’s no comparison. Vanessa looks better in a dress but Charlie whoops her ass when in comes to fiddling.

One more. Best banjoist – Billy Redden.

I’ll stop now.

_{Yeah, right!}

Tell that to [FS] – she’s agreed to try one. :P

I just remembered that Kasey has eaten a deep fried Mars bar, and wondered if she’s branched out into other fat-soaked delicacies.

A quick question. Have you ever eaten a deep friend bacon and banana sandwich?

_{And welcome back, btw.}

Perfect!

with a touch of Midwich Cuckoo thrown in for good measure.

They’d made an ideal complement to the hideous statue in Dawson Street, Dublin. Honestly, I can’t remember when I saw another artwork that damn creepy.

I’ve been meaning to show you this for a few weeks. See, I found a bunch of freaky-looking mutts to stand beside the freaky angel-thing on Dawson Street.