Having a random clear out of old bits of paper and I've found a scrap describing the only man i will ever fall in love with. This was composed 6 months ago with a friend, and fueled by 3 huge bottles of lambrini.... yes, i know. Bad times
His name will be Joaquin.
He will have one green eye and one blue.
He will have a pet husky, with one green eye and one blue who looks like him, if he were to become a dog.
He will Sing and play Guitar just like Johnny Cash, and i will be his June Carter, and we will tour the UK together. No World together. No wait... Wait... UNIVERSE together.
Will grow just the right amount of hair, including facial and pubic.
His parents will be Giants so big that they can both hold my hands and swing me in between them like my parents used to do when i was 5.
He will be a better chef than Gordon Ramsay.
Be able to make scented candles and grow roses in the space of 5 minutes and 32 seconds.
I think i might have set my standards way above the line, never mind walking the line, or walking near the line for that matter.
Just thought I'd share it with you all. It still amuses me to this day
