From the mouths of babes

Around this time of year it is better to go to ground, there's a lot of freshers around and they fuck around and drink lots and as we all know "shots and bjs spread diseases" but I was waiting for a bus (I don't do it often they are seriously mobile plague tins once winter sets in) today and overheard this conversation that had to be immortalised (christ Jimmny you're getting uppity? immortalised?) well not immotalised, merely put below for momentary amusement:

Him: foppish and skinny and posh and english

Her: hot and black and American.


Him: "Yeah, you should go to the Uni laundrette and stuff tomorrow at 7.30pm, my mates are doing a gig there and the union doesn't know about it or anything! They've got guitars and everything...but you mightn't like it?...

Her: How do you know what I like? I have very eclectic musical tastes, don't judge a book by its cover! (she had an friend behind her who repeated "yeah, don't judge a book by it's cover") What sort of music do you like?

Him: Emmmm errr (it's a simple question!)

Her: What's your favorite band?

Him: Emmmm errr (I way sure he would have an answer for this but, no)

Her: Are you going to Lava?

Him: I don't really dance...

Her: If you're there with me you'll dance...

Him: Emm err Like it'll rub off on me?...

Swear to god, ladies and gents, swear to god...