3/8/2023 0 Comments Finding nemo fish titties![]() ![]() It's a radiant bride in white satin, bridesmaids in grey peaches and cream posies and throwing rice under a shimmering sky. It's stiletto's on cobbled streets, a clear spring day and an english/russian wedding in a french speaking church. An elevator ride and an amaretto on the rocks in the lobby. It's a red and black dress, a bow at my back and chanel coco mademoiselle at my wrists. A hot chocolate from a whirring machine, a plate of bacon and thick sachets of ketchup. It's a new dawn and an all inclusive breakfast buffet. It's comfies on and room service pizza, it's Tim meeting his friends at o'casey's and me hibernating in a warm dark room. It's checking into room 424, starfishing out onto the bed and slugging the heating up to 30. It's an evening train to The Hague, rolling flat lands, windmills on the skyline and sharing a carriage with a bicycle. It's £4.99 pinot, old faces, new faces and it's the start of your first saturday night in londontown. It's a conversation with your mother on a green retro phone. It's soggy carnaby street, the offer of one boot in topshop, and it's jumping on a train at charing cross. It's the sweater he didn't buy, and it's the sweater you did. ![]() It's leicester square, little gold eros and sticking your nose in flagship stores. It's a roast beef sandwich and roast beef monster munch in trafalgar square. It's scooting past the MoD achingly cool statue of 'Monty' and The Viscounts on whitehall. It's bagpipes on westminster bridge, yellow leaflets, hot nuts (teehee) and a protuberance of tourists. It's the red stuffed toy crab you didn't buy, for the car dashboard, and now regret. It's dimly lit walkways, bulbous tanks and stupid families. It's nemo and dory, and the joy of discovering nemo and dory really would be friends! It's stroking a starfish with one finger, it's Tim's impression of a hench crab. It's a reserved crocodile and a ballsy terrapin. It's fat gentoo penguins and tiny shy seahorses. It's curious rays, an enormous blue lobster and it's being transfixed by 2 jelly fish. It's a glass floor entrance and it's sharks below your feet. It's snaking queue past a huge plastic penguin, a deceptive corridor and far too many buggies children. It's wettish toes and a buttoned up jacket a wild fringe and a skip to the aquarium. It's the pleasure of an unexpected anthropologie sale on a damp afternoon on regents street. It's a saturday morning in le pain, giant soya latte, porridge and a scone. It's a reservation that lasted from 8-9pm then it's spilling around the bar and rolling liquor over ice. It's a new grey dress and tan suede ankle boots. It's a venison, pistachio and black trumpet mushroom terrine with redcurrant jelly and sour dough, and chips. It's a fear of the wet streets chilled faces and a spotted umbrella in the crook of the blonde's arm. It's a saturday night in Bermondsey street, in the garrison, with 8 people squashed around a table with 3 chairs. ![]() It's slutty panda eyes and hair full of grips. Your boyfriend belly-down in the middle of the bed. On a sunday morning, with a stinking hangover, in a silent flat. It's looking up your grounds for divorce. ![]()
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