'You want to dance. On the roof.'
'In my underwear. Don't forget that.'
'Of course not,' I sighed, rubbing my eyes. I felt so confused. 'But can I ask a question?'
'Of course!'
'Why?'
'Why what?'
'Why do you want to dance on the roof in your underwear, at the crack of dawn?'
'Why not?'
'Everyone will see you!'
'That's the point.'
'But why?'
He leant towards me, earnestness written into every line of his face. His eyes gleamed with a fanatical flame.
'Because,' he said, slowly and clearly, 'I want to. It'll be fun.'
That's when I gave up.
Jamie Clapperton over 3 years ago
Perfectly legal as long as he's wearing his underwear. Why not? :-) ;-)
Neville Hunt over 3 years ago
Indeed, why not?...although the sight of me in my kecks astride our rooftop might not please the neighbours, but it might scare off those bloody crows and pigeons.
Christopher over 3 years ago
I've had friends like that!