May 04, 2005
The Deal with Tax(i) Boy
His name is Peter and he would be my boyfriend. (explains why he’s always with me, doesn’t it?) He’s from Dublin and I met him on my trip in November. Yes he has an accent. No it’s not hard to understand him. Unless he’s talking typical Dublin speed, which is fast enough it doesn’t sound at all like English. Actually, it rather sounds like a tape on fast forward. He knows most of my grievous flaws and is still hanging around, so I think that qualifies him for sainthood. Yes, he’s Catholic. He does IT for the revenue department, hence Tax Boy, which he doesn’t mind but much prefers Taxi Boy, so named by Flatmate Suzie after running her on a couple of errands and out to the airport in his car. No, I’m not dating him for his car. I’m dating him for his Lear jet. And for his camel caravan. You just don’t meet many men these days that own camels…
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Hahahahahahaha! You said Camel! Can he out spit the beast?
I have no idea... shall I ask and get back to you?
Well, I now have a blogger display name. What do I do now. Blog, I guess.
I think I like the title "the apostle" best, but a hard thing to live up to. Interestingly enough, my confirmation name is Peter, I think. I haven't lived up to it.
Glad your trip to Scotland was great. My weekend was far less adventurous.
My regards to Peter.
The Apostle Peter. Nice. Especially in light of the woman we met over the weekend who kept calling him Paul until I said, wrong apostle. Can Apostles drink Guinness?? Cause he's not giving that one up.
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