Quick! I need someone else’s body July 11, 2006Posted by BiB in Uncategorized.
Tags: bodies, naked
The beautiful friend – tbf – has just sent an SMS suggesting we go to “the beach”. Darlings, how do I transform my body in half an hour? I’m having a cigarette while I think about it, hoping that might suck up some spare tyres.
I want to go the beach. (Berlin is full of lakes, for those reminding themselves that Berlin isn’t on the sea.) It’s a perfect way to avoid work, although the work I should be doing is actually a favour for the Russian, so it’s very naughty not to do it, but maybe I could delay it for another day (having dragged it out for about 20 years). Plus, the Russian’s invited to the beach too (but is coolly delaying answering my SMS, pretending he’s not that excited about seeing tbf with his kit off). And I want to go to the beach, because it’s STILL boiling – I thought FIFA really had been making this weather, aber it seems not – and, of course, I want to see tbf with his kit off too. But is it a mistake to go and take one’s kit off next to someone who makes Virgilijus Alekna look like Marty Feldman on the beauty stakes? Will I never be the same again? Will it be both a fatal blow to my own self-confidence plus an end to all pleasures knowing that I can never, ever see such beauty again (for the first time)?
And I’ve got a cold sore.
OK, better go and do a press-up.