Too Much Thinking

It’s funny how certain people really get into your psyche, friends and aquaintances alike…

For example, the other day I was travelling back to Bradford on the train from Leeds.  The journey was going well, I had a magazine to read to fill the half hour of mindless tedium as the train powered it’s way along the line, when suddenly, out of the blue, I heard someone throwing up a few seats behind me.  Once my initial feelings of disgust had dispersed, my next thought was ‘Oops, looks like Mr Woo is out on another blind date’!

It really came as no surprise to me to find Fanackapan dressed up as a woman at his place of work on Sunday.  His – shall we say – enthusiasm for wearing clothes of a more feminine nature is growing daily, to the point where I for one am becoming deeply concerned…

The mere sight of him, resplendent in 1940’s housewife style blouse and skirt/cardigan number brought immediate images of what his room must be like,  cluttered with sock stuffed bargain basement bras and corner shop fishnet tights, the pungent aroma of Veet attacking your nostrils as you pick your way through the litter of discarded Freemans catalogues and Miss Selfridge flyers.

You catch sight of yourself in the full length mirror, and note the tell tale signs of lipstick kisses on the glass.  His precious collection of guitars stand to attention in the corner, draped lovingly with chiffon and silk and second hand knitwear.

A gallery of heroes on the wall – Eric Clapton glowers down, sandwiched between poor dead Danny La Rue and Lily Savage.

I really need to stop thinking about this stuff!

2 Comments

• By Fanackapan, December 2, 2009 @ 10:57 am

  A very well written article I concede, remind me to spit in your Stella this evening.
• By Nelson001, December 2, 2009 @ 2:33 pm

  Buffalo Bill of Silence of the Lambs fame springs to mind!!!!!!

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