|Posted on March 25, 2011 at 12:58 PM|
Last weekend, my friend Philip came round my place for a gossip and to drink too much wine. Philip is a friend that I have had for a very long time now and an absolute treasure; he is also unashamedly the campest man in the world. Every time I spend time with Phil, he comes out with a string of gems that make me howl with laughter. So much so, in fact, that I have always joked that I would write a sitcom about him one day.
One of Phil’s gems last weekend was:
“’Tifa is the same age as my cat Jess. Except ‘Tifa’s still got her figure, and Jess is a fat old cow these days!”
I love how we both talk about our cats like they’re people – it reassures me that I’m not insane (inane?).
And is it wrong to be supremely proud of ‘Tifa’s good looks considering her age? I don’t think I care even if it is!