Following a childhood episode involving a plug-chain, I developed a deep-rooted aversion to fiddly bits of metal.
Since this aversion encompasses jewellery, accessorizing is problematic for the musician. Last time she donned earrings, for example, I plunged my head into my hands and screeched maniacally, as though somebody had thrown hydrochloric acid in my face. Consequently, she no longer wears them.
Or so I thought.
We’re not supposed to be seeing each other today. So imagine my surprise when I bump into her by chance – and she has two solar-systemic mobiles dangling from her lugholes.
Her treachery knows no bounds.
February 21, 2007 at 6:51 pm
A childhood episode involving a plug-chain? Now you can’t just leave it at that…
February 21, 2007 at 10:45 pm
I have only got 100 words. Let’s save that story for a rainy day.
February 21, 2007 at 11:09 pm
i had a childhood trauma involving my tongue and the icebox of a fridge. makes me shudder to think of it even now. i feel your pain.
February 22, 2007 at 12:17 am
Yikes.