I've been invited to lunch by some fella who works for some housing federation.
Wanna be in my gang my gang my gang? he said at the housing strategy meeting where I met him two weeks ago.
Oh ok! Maybe...
I was meant to meet him yesterday. Better that's it today, more business like. Business.
Poor guy though
I'm feeling TOXIC
and not in the Britney sense
(What you are stiggers? You're toxic? Perhaps I am feeling Britney sense then - "I'm addicted to you, don't you know that you're toxic....")
Fuck I don't know
which is handy
for I am the Leader of the I Don't Know Party.
If all else fails
I can tell that guy that.
Best go put a face on...