A Lotta Bottle

Housemates.. I think we are going to have to establish a new rule.
Whenever anyone leaves the house, they HAVE to take a bag of bottles to the bottle bank.
By anyone, I include visitors to the house, meter readers and window cleaners.
It’s getting out of hand!
I also have to own up to being the reason we have so many peppers. For some reason, I always think we need some.

D the Dealer turned up, sporting a new coat and a new aroma.
It took me ages to put my finger on exactly what it was, then it hit me.
Wet Dog wearing Patchouli oil.
An interesting perfume and one, I feel, Susskind overlooked in his writings.

He opened with one of his usual random statements.
“Did I drop a gold guitar pick here? I keep losing stuff.”
I decided to be as equally random.
“Your Flat’s still damp then?”
He looked blank for a few seconds and said,
“Yeah! Wow! Did J tell you?”
He then started patting himself down, looked at me wide eyed and said,
“Fuck! My phone’s gone.”
I shook my head, held out some currency, a bag of empty wine bottles and he was gone.
Nag Champa gets rid of his smell pretty effectively.

Tonight, Boston Legal was pure gold. I laughed out loud! In their respective roles, William Shatner and James Spader are gods.
It just gets better.