My friends are stranger than a badger with a kalashnikov

I've got some strange friends.

After going to the Radio 3 BBC Symphony Orchestra concert (note to reader: interestingly enough, one of the orchestra left a comment on my blog yesterday), Sarah and Gary had organised to stay at my house for a couple of days. We had planned to do touristy Oxford things.

The morning after the concert, we were having some breakfast before heading out, when Sarah said, "I've got you a present."

"Cool. What for?" I replied.

"Cos I thought you'd like it," she retorted, handing me a square, wrapped gift.

I noticed that Gary was tittering uncontrollably, so I eyed the gift with suspicion.

"Well, open it then," urged Sarah.

Slowly, I peeled off the Ben 10 paper, only to be confronted with this..........

Pic.No.1. A signed picture of Sir Alan Sugar from the TV series, The Apprentice


"What the bloody hell is that?" I asked Sarah, who was virtually rolling around on the floor she was that amused with herself.

"She got engaged in an auction war to get that picture for you," Gary said, still tittering.

"I don't even watch The Apprentice, you pair of losers," I said before adding, "but thank you all the same, it is very thoughtful of you."

"It's because you run your own businesses," Sarah explained after recovering, "I thought he would be your role model."

What kind of warped bloody logic is that? That's why my friends are strange. More to the point; what the hell am I going to do with a signed picture of Sir Alan Sugar?

Annie (Lady M) x

Anne Dickens | The day after yesterday

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