boobs 10 September 2009
I wore an unforgiving kinda frock today (busy pattern but clings to the bod = swings and roundabouts) and me little pot belly was still in evidence (urgh) but it was the fact that I had to wear a radio mike that proved interesting…nothing to hook it onto, we thought, under the garment as I had tights on but no knickers (sorry but we all know about my bowel movements of late so it seems coy not to admit what I just admitted in light of that). We tried lashing it to my leg but the mike battery pack kept going south and trying to appear in the scene. Eventually I got a mini tx (yup, that’s what the smaller yoke was called) and it was attached to the upper ledge/waist of the hosiery = result. But only also after the tiny mike was moved hither and yon on my chest because apparently me boobs moved as I walked and interfered with it (they are real and tend to do that) and it became known that my tits sounded like a bag of ferrets moving around…(those words were never uttered by the Sound Department but it’s what I took their explanations to mean) Made me curiously proud of those old puppies (I know, I know, this is where I say ‘and me tits weren’t bad either’ and then ‘do you see? do you see what I did there??!’)
SIGH
Bed now…early start tomorrow…as per…
