unicyclistperiscopes--disqus
unicyclistperiscopes
unicyclistperiscopes--disqus

Haven't you seen Austin Powers? That's how we all talk.

"That was Roxanne, by the Police or as they’re now known, Sting. A song there about a prostitute. Doesn’t say what her surname is. Must give her a call sometime. Although the effects of 23 years on the game, would not render her pleasurable to mine eye."

I always find that slightly disappointing - mostly because the Imperial measure we use here means that a pint is 568ml, so a half-litre is smaller.

Rickman was one of the greatest - he even saved Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves for me.

The Muppet Christmas Carol in the periscopes household.

From it

I'm half expecting a snap election if the appeal fails: the politicians don't seem to want to make the decision.

Well, Mrs m prefers the new, more muscly unicyclistperiscopes. You've just got to go with what suits, I guess.

I'm still waiting for permission

I got pudgy and the compliments stopped. Steer into your skid man!

Respect its space. Write your number on a Post-It. It'll call or text eventually, if it's interested.

Funnily enough, it's not…

Ask its permission. If you get it, move on in.

I still remember the last time I went out (as Tim Curry playing Frank N Furter) with make-up and a curly wig. Everyone thought I looked like Stephen Mangan.

Personally, I think that a one-approach-suits-all-women concept is bound to fail, just like there is no such thing as the perfect chat-up line.

What do you want to do that can pay the bills? How long will it take from earning enough to survive to flourishing? A few years seems forever in your 20s, but it's not.
If you can't find a true vocation, ensure you indulge your passions elsewhere. You may be able to volunteer, and get the buzz of your beloved subject.

"Different strokes" indeed. I'm a (male) abuse survivor - physical rather than sexual.
I'm naturally submissive, and love it when my wife "makes" me do things.

"England's far-northern Shetland Islands" are not a part of England. They're Scottish.
Otherwise, a great piece. I've been following this series since the 1980s.

More to the point, today's kids will never discover foreet porn, unless a jogger drops his phone in the park.