A cautionary tale: getting undressed may seriously damage your health.
I don’t normally have a problem with taking my clothes off (if you see what I mean) but last night the procedure nearly ended up in a trip to A&E.
You may or may not want to picture this.
I’m in the bedroom, halfway through disrobing – standing by the bed as I'm slipping out of my jeans when, somehow, don’t ask me how, but there was a socked-foot-gets-tangled-up-in-trouser-leg moment and I lose my balance. Feeling like it’s happening in slo-mo, but completely unable to do a thing about it, I go crashing down. I go down with such force that Mr SDS feels the floor shake in the adjacent room, and I’m not a big person…
He comes rushing in to find me, sprawled on the carpet in a most ungainly position, naked from the waist up, with my jeans around my ankles and clutching my right breast (the poor thing having taken the full force of the impact against the wooden bedpost…)* Ouch.
Light duties only for me today. I'm a little sore! The bruise on my hip is a nice shade of purple, though.
Still, it did make me think of this song...
Light duties only for me today. I'm a little sore! The bruise on my hip is a nice shade of purple, though.
Still, it did make me think of this song...
Pete Burns as I like to remember him, from that brilliant time
in the early 1980s when there was so much striking music around
getting airplay on John Peel and anything seemed possible.
I still think this is a great track - if I can put the image of the
post-plastic-surgery Pete out of my mind, and just enjoy the way he
sounds here - a bit like Scott Walker backed by the Doors?!
* Is this too much information?
