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Not one I killed and not a wild bird but a friend who ran a New York-style deli in London offered to get me a Christmas turkey directly from Smithfield. She didn't tell me that the bird came intact, so I had to gut and pluck it myself in the kitchen.
Have you ever been in a position where you felt sure you were about to die? (And survived, obviously)
Do you have any tattoos? I must admit that a small, well-placed tattoo on a lover is a turn-on but large-scale coverage doesn't do a lot for me.
This is by way of saying that I've never had one, but I am seriously thinking of getting one. I've long imagined a lizard climbing my upper arm. I like the idea of spiders and bats too, but here's the thing, I like spiders and bats (and lizards) so they would have to be friendly not sinister as they are often depicted.
But what tattoo might you suggest for this mature lesbian, and where should I have it put?
Only when in America and then only when bought fresh from the roadside stall and put in boiling, salted water within the hour. Corn bought over here tastes very disappointing when you've acquired a taste for the real thing. Served with butter and nothing else of course.
It's the one food that I would say tastes better over there than over here. Sorry, Americans!