At a push I think I'd ask him why he changed his artwork so drastically after the Smiths and why now (with a few exceptions) does he mostly have a picture of himself on his records.
id ask him the most sensible question of all, inevitably leading to more questions..."would you like to go to the cafe across the street and have some tea with me?" hed probably say no but it would be worth a try
And when he responds in the negative, i'd ask for his shoelaces to wear around my wrist ... at which point he'd most likely spit in my eye and i'd hug him.
In that case, after the airborne swine had disappeared over the horizon, i'd whisk him off to the nearest church or registrar before he could change his mind. And in the manner of Papa Lazarou, snarl "You're my wife now".
Unfortunately, i doubt whether he'd be able to make any more records, on account of being busy with me in the bedroom.
Ahhh, a girl can dream.
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