Lobster

I have been perturbed for the last week or so.

Not last weekend but the weekend before I became horribly influenced of the bottle which left me feeling rather out of sorts on Sunday. Time shifted uncomfortably. At some point during that day I was doubtlessly slumped in front of the tellingvision in a great twitching heap. Whilst slipping in and out of this semi-coma I THOUGHT I witnessed a woman having an affair with a lobster. I couldn't really be sure. I've had a Thing about lobsters for quite a while now. And the main image scuttling round in my mind the next day was of a lobster frolicking in a bath with a naked lady. She had hold of the lobster as he playfully slapped at the water with his tail. Or rear flipper. Frankly I was concerned that reality and the awful machinations of my mind were blending and morphing. Was I only a few steps away from the padded cell?

Fortunately yesterday I once again witnessed the woman and the lobster in a Heineken advert. Thank goodness for that.