The genuine genuinej

It’s not often I offer to be nailed to a cross, but such was my desire for a Cadbury’s creme egg that I was prepared to suffer a few nails for a taste.

Enter a saviour in the form of one the more eloquent, acerbic and grammatically correct commenters on this site, genuinej.

He mailed me to tell me he was coming to Thailand and, for a donation of up to 50% of the costs of his flight, he was prepared to smuggle some creme eggs into the Kingdom. Once he had assured me that the smuggling would not include storage in his anal cavity, and a price of around 0.0000002% of his travel costs had been agreed (to be reimbursed in the form of a cup of coffee); we had a deal.

And we met today for the handover. In the flesh, genuinej looks a little like Charlton Heston (during his Ben Hur period, not during his lunatic NRA gun wielding years). He is here on a golfing holiday to work on a handicap which has seen better days but is still probably better than Billy can manage. He is full of stories and it was a pleasure to meet him.

Oh, and he brought eggs:

The plan is to share one with she who must be obeyed this evening, and just hope she doesn’t like the taste.

Thank you genuinej.

For those of you who fancy meeting up, it wouldn’t harm to let you know that I like champagne, Ferraris, Frascati and Cadbury’s Flake. Thank you in anticipation.

Comments 🔗

2010-05-04 | Spike says

Bad news. SWMBO decides that she likes creme eggs.

2010-05-04 | Billy says

Might it not have been better if you had failed to relay GJ’s assurance on how he managed to smuggle them in without the use of his anal cavity … especially as he may have been lying on this point anyway?

2010-05-05 | Spike says

Come to think of it, the chocolate did taste a little unusual….

2010-05-13 | genuinej says

Now back in the land of crap weather, crap government, crap food, crap crap ad nauseam aka the U.K. and blushing as I read Spike’s kind words. At least Gordon Brown has fucked off to Jockland where hopefully he will drown in the Firth of Forth, Loch Lomond or the North Sea. Pity he didn’t take number one arselicker Ed Balls with him! Spike omitted to mention that his generosity did in fact extend to two cups of coffee,though this was probably because of the free re-fill. I’m a bit worried about the use of the word cavity as the anal passage is a thoroughfare rather than a cave. You need have no concerns of the smuggling of the creme eggs as my own anal passage has always been a one way street, with the exception of the occasional pessary. This may change however, as Spike’s need for a Cadbury’s flake will provide the opportunity to experiment and a flake appears perfect in both shape and colour to shove up one’s arse.

2010-05-13 | Spike says

I’ve changed my mind. Please bring Pineapples.