Don’t y’all hate it when yo bee-yatch is disobedient?  Well actually no, I love it.  If the old mare wasn’t stubborn as a mule there’s no chance I’d adore her with the devotion that I do.

But there are drawbacks to having a couple of fuckwits in the house, and one is here: drink and eBay.  The other night we had one of our hugely romantic evenings where we get plastered, play records really loud and dance around the living room together, except this time Mrs. Toad got her hands on my eBay ID and bid £35 for a Glasvegas single.

Half the time this is no problem, you bid high and it goes for less than a tenner.
This time however, they were just the wrong kind of popular: popular enough that the bidding was driven up to just a fraction shy of our maximum, but not quite popular enough that some kindly obsessive might have saved us from our drunken folly.  In the end we won it and, with postage, ended up paying nearly £37.

We checked on eBay the other day and that self same single is now available for £18 on Buy It Now. So we may be fannies, we may have been fleeced and there may be an eBay seller sniggering at our silliness somewhere in the UK, but fuck it who cares.  Tonight we are listening to Glasvegas playing Be My Baby of all things and grinning at each other in that sort of a way that two idiots do when they know they’ve found a kindred spirit.

An equally stupid kindred spirit, but a kindred spirit nonetheless.

Glasvegas – Be My Baby

Erm, christ!