Just been into ferensway Boyes to pick up some cable ties. £1.55 for 150. You just can't go wrong. Of course, while I was in there, I took the opportunity to browse the fragrance section. Picked up another bottle of Acquatonic eau de toilette for 99p. A great masculine fragrance. This stuff drops knickers from 10 paces. Also added another old classic to the collection, which couldn't be resisted on clocking it. Tabac original aftershave. £4.99 a bottle. When you see made in Germany on any product, you know it's going to be something special. They just don't make any old ****. This one's been engineered to perfection, giving an aura of discreet masculine grooming. So the classic fragrance collection currently stands at Tabac Original, Aquatonic, Hai Karate, paco rabanne pour homme and Blue Stratos. Think I'll get me some Jovan Musk next.
Peter Saxtons blog's better than this, though for some reason he decided to call it 'Arsenal v Hull City 12.45 pm on Saturday'.
Your, on maternity leave, other half is gonna go mental with insecurity when she notices you splashing that stuff on. "Who you wearing that for?" "Why are you shaving & splashing that on if you're only going to football?" "You still fancy me, don't you?" "Let me know where you are & who you're with" "Can I tag along, they're our mates now not just yours?" "Speak to who you like, they're all ugly anyway" "Do you have to go to work today?" Be nice & hide it in the shed. If she has a peep on here & sees this, it wasn't me, I was hacked but he loves you & he's hid nothing in the shed. Good luck with the incoming!
The audio book. What don't they do! If she starts with that type of malarkey, I find this kind of approach works a treat...
I had a bottle of Aquatonic, I'm ****ed if I know where it went though. I bet Junior nicked it to impress the young lasses at school.
He got bought a box set the other year with aftershave, shower gel and deodorant by an elderly relative. Must have been from a pound shop but it's the thought that counts. The barmy sod insists on splashing the aftershave on liberally before going to school. The name of said fragrance? Lion heart. Yep, Lion heart and it smells like 1978. Bet he's beating 'em off with a stick.
There's a shop on the ground floor of prinny quay that sell fragrances named along those lines. It's somewhere Brian Fontana would happily shop. Can't specifically remember any of their names, but some were fantastic. I must go buy myself a selection sometime soon.
