The Hawaiian shirt is making me dis-vortexed, or going around in circles, rubbing soap rings to end the dirty shirt syndrome. It tells a story of a day in the life of a holiday maker, he who has the compeetoes to be precise. Well, there is the egg from breakfast having the vanishing treatment and then there is the colourful tale of lunchtime. Fortunately there is a change of hue due to the change of shirt and then another tale is told. Oh no, this must have been the night of the curry shirt because there is turmeric and cinnamon everywhere even the ghee-wizz rice has left a minor hiccough to prove it was tasty enough not to be bypassed except by a passing cuff as it reached over to fill my vino tinto glass. Ah, there, it was my fault.
Perhaps I should actually buy some Hawaiian shirts and then the story would be left untold due to the printer’s errors and parrots' graphic calling cards. Oh, thinking back to an English function there was horror at the table when some awful mess was dripped down a pristine white shirt. I laughed and said, "Thank heavens for Vanish!" There were knowing smiles and I opened my mouth without thinking to say, "It makes all stains disappear but I have found it not to work on husbands!" Oh no, I don't believe I just said that, I thought. The smiles faded and I went down in the history of estimation. Was it 19.40 when a vanquished husband was covered with assurances that he was not going to be the subject of a rub out. I don't know why but smiles fell on the listeners' faces as they clicked that I was joking.
Well that was the rub and it does nothing for the dot blob time I have re-located a Hawaiian shirt cocktail to the gone but not forgotten basin. This only goes to show that if you must rob someone of their shirt then at least make sure it has come from a clean sweep and not soot street.
This makes little sense and it will be interesting what spell chequer will make of the scribe. No doubt it will get into a Grammar Foam and lather the white collar worker with passionate phrase replacements. Huh, it is a shame spell cheque cannot alter a Hawaiian shirt into virgin vestment, verging on the ridiculously white fantastic.
Forgive me but this is a load of rubbish but cleaned up there are a few pure remnants that can be used in the future. It is after all a thought process, albeit convoluted.
Back to Hawaii and the Friday night kleftico.
