An Eye-Witness Account
We had gone for a walk in the meadow and came upon a little glade where we could sit and eat our picnic. I, having recently kept goats, had a bowl of yoghurt for me and a bowl of cream cheese for her.
They were delicious.

We were deep in conversation about the argument between Maurice Merleau-Ponty and Jean Paul Sartre - she made me laugh by suggesting that phenomenology was a pointless waste of time.

We continued to laugh and muse about French existentialism when a local arachnid settled next to her. With terror in her every nerve and fibre she ran away.

I gave chase - to her, not the eight-legged fiend.

When I happened upon her she was stretched out on a park bench next to a gentleman of the road - he kindly was providing her with sustenance in the form of a spirit based tonic and some comfort by holding her hand fast to his throbbing genitalia.

Ah, the joys of England in the Springtime.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:19, 5 replies)

hmmm
if you experience phenomenology as being a waste of time, is that a valid phenomenological experience?
( crackhouseceilidhband Fuck off back to Mumsnet, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:27, closed)

Fuck knows
I was bored.

:D
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:28, closed)

So...
Did you fall asleep with your brain open and wake up posessed by the ghost of frankspencer?
( Cawl, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:28, closed)

I don't know whether to be aroused
or afeard of the gentleman of the road.
( Bert Monkeysex is waiting for the mods to delete him, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:29, closed)

An over active imagination
coupled with boredom in the face of rapidly approaching deadlines always brings about this effect in me.
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:30, closed)