Obviously, I’m very excited about Obama Bambalatta getting in and hoping that he’s not going to get shot any day soon. However, on a more serious note, I have nits – AGAIN! For about a month I’ve been scratching. First of all, I thought it was psychosomatic; a mid-life crisis of the scalp. Then I thought it was my new plenitude/aptitude shampoo from the House of Tricolore or whatever those twattish salons are called. I called Dirk in for a thorough examination but he couldn’t find dandruff or anything to eat in there. And so the itch went on. Finally, yesterday morning, I had a good old brush and there it was – a wriggling thing in my bath tub. I called in the A team again – Dirk and a family tub of Agent Orange. Now, bearing in mind I can normally barely get a brush through my hair, let alone a nit comb, you can imagine how tortuous the procedure was. We were at it for a good two hours but you should have seen the carnage that emerged from my head. It wasn’t pretty. Watch this space…
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Anna, how can you be so dismissive of Obama, I mean you gave him 2 seconds headspace here…and then it was onto your nits. Surely he deserves more than that. He’s rather nice don’t you think…especially when he’s playing basketball.
I haven’t seen him playing basketball. I have to say I was slightly concerned about his jaundiced skin tone at first but his voice is so silky and those lips.