The other day I wrote about how my tics had livened up an evening meal at the castle. Tonight it happened again. While I was enjoying a meal with Poppy and Leftwing Idiot I ticced a series of questions with a single theme – edginess:
“Who’s more edgy, Lion King or Barbara Windsor?”
“Who’s more edgy, Milton Keynes or asphalt?”
“Who’s more edgy, the Tin Man or an oven glove?”
I had something to say about my own edginess too:
“I’m more edgy than a Singer sewing machine in an ostrich feather factory.”
That’s pretty damn edgy!