Monday, July 18, 2011


Comes a time in a man’s life when he must face a digital exam. I don’t mean one involving bits and bytes. This one involves an old fashioned digit. And you don’t exactly face your examiner.
     The undignified circumstances call for brave manly humour.
     “I’ll just close my eyes and think of England,” I grumble before it begins.
     “While you’re looking,” I gasp, “I lost a set of keys...”
     “Next time,” I mutter when it’s done, “buy me a drink first.”
     “Look,” I say at the door, “this doesn’t mean we’re going steady.” At last, she allows a small smile.

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