Monday, 4 April 2016

My Other Arm Was Attacked By A Toaster

"Oh-my-GOD how did you get that SCRATCH on your ARM?" asks Charlie.

I think back to Saturday afternoon, Penarth marina, strolling in the sun. Two women, walking arm and arm, coming towards me along a narrow footpath. Stepping out of their way; catching my wrist on the rusty edge of a parking sign screwed to a bollard.

I choose my words carefully.

"I was attacked by lesbians."

Truth is boring sometimes.