So, The Gilb, over dinner last night told me he’d found my pornalike. The Ant says, “Don’t worry, in the picture, you’re not even…face to face with a penis.”
He has found shades of his friends in some of the lewder pictures on his computer, and I look like one – or so he says. The fact he finds similarities in lewd pictures cracks me the hell up. Even more so that The Ant finds it vaguely amusing too.
We had quiche.
And the Ant told me that the underground clubs in Berlin are fraught with techno music stuck in an 80s timewarp and everyone does robot movements.
Berlin Zeit was made for me.
Ps: The pics? Am not convinced. For one I wouldn’t wear ponytails, evah, and two, no ways man. Completely different bone structure. [Not that bone structure, the other kind].