I didn’t mean to get you all a fluster with that suggestive title. The thumbing of which I speak occurs at the side of the road, and involves hitching a ride… it’s impossible to not make it sound like pure filth. I mean hitchhiking.
It is a sad, sad day in the land of… well me today.
Last night I should have been in attendance of the Spinto Band’s final UK performance this year. But as you can see the only money I have at the moment is of the copper and of the chocolate variety. As surprising as it may sound, copper and chocolate are not sufficient currency to exchange for train tickets and hotel accommodation.
The only way I could have made the show (excluding selling unnecessary organs on the black market) would have been to hitchhike. So today I ponder the mystery
Is it ever safe to hitchhike?
I’m not going to lie to you, I am quite a pretty, effeminate looking man. If I were to go to prison for whatever reason, I would most definitely become the favourite prison bitch. This is also the reason I couldn’t bring myself to go out “thumbingâ€â€¦ even for such a worthy cause.
So… would you ever? Have you ever? And most importantly, would you survive? Answers on the back of the postcard below please.
On the upside of the whole Spinto debacle, the Spinto Band managed to find time to send me a personal Valentines card through my creative director at work. I think it was very thoughtful of them… although they did guess their own names wrong, and used ‘too’ instead of ‘to’, meh.
February 16th, 2007 at 10:10 am
No, No way, Never. I don’t think its safe for a girl to hitchhike.
N I wouldn’t take hitchhikers either, not after one stole a posh dress from the back of my sister’s car. grrr. She offered him a lift and that’s how he showed his appreciation!
February 16th, 2007 at 10:20 am
I’m the same, I’m usually thrust in the front of the taxi whenever we go out, as I get very chatty when drunk.
However….no, I couldn’t pick one up, nor could I be one myself.