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spyderfyngersI'm waiting for Lisa to arrive so I can drive her to Ufford Park. It's this posh golfing resort with an intimidating beauty salon, and I've booked an afternoon for me to have my eyelashes dyed dark blue (it's like semi-permanent eyeliner - Joy!) and for Lisa to lie down in a pair of paper knickers while a stranger rubs peculiar-scented oil into her neck. She says it's nice, but I thought I'd pass.
I'm nervous about the drive, though. I've recently got back into driving, but I was never very confident, what with dad sitting there delighting in my mistakes. I'm pretty good, though, I think. And it's easier with Lisa, becuase no driver in thier right mind would approach a car carrying a practising pyromaniac.
Why go to all this effort, you ask? Why drive all the way out to a scary salon with scary women in scary uniforms to have scary things done to you? Isn't it all a bit too...scary for you? Scary in the bad way?
All will be revealed, children. Creatures are a-plotting.
Mua hahaha!
I'm nervous about the drive, though. I've recently got back into driving, but I was never very confident, what with dad sitting there delighting in my mistakes. I'm pretty good, though, I think. And it's easier with Lisa, becuase no driver in thier right mind would approach a car carrying a practising pyromaniac.
Why go to all this effort, you ask? Why drive all the way out to a scary salon with scary women in scary uniforms to have scary things done to you? Isn't it all a bit too...scary for you? Scary in the bad way?
All will be revealed, children. Creatures are a-plotting.
Mua hahaha!
