Scandalous Pussy

Delicious scandalaciousness was brewing up in the Alley last night. The rumour millers have been hard at work grinding out a certain swinging male leaving his young bun in the oven to go fire up a newer model. A pox on New Cow Syndrome, though it be fodder for my blogger.

Had this sexcapade occurred but ten years from now, or at a time when none of us could know them, who would really be aware of the meaty details? And scarier: who would care? After all -- after all that is bewitching in the idea of one's happiness depending entirely on one person...

Swing Out

Welcome welcome, Random Reader, et Bienvenue!

Now, I had originally planned to post the typical introduction, the usual tour of events to be expected from this website... Usual. Hah. But alas, I will not provide this information at such a time. For you see, such a time is this! On this particular occasion, the eve of the creation of my very own spot-o'-blog, the day from which all future musings shall commence, what choice have I made but to skidaddle the premises in favour of visiting our local swing dancing operation with my bestest buddy, Juroo? Tuesday's at Alleycatz comes but once a week, my friend, and this week is no exception. I shall regroup with tall tales to tell tomorrow...