Showing posts with label onions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label onions. Show all posts

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

Did you hate Cud's son?

More views of - or before - Cambridge Film Festival 2012
(Click here to go directly to the Festival web-site)


22 March

Tulisa told me not to, not the Tulisa who..., the other Tulisa.

She was sweeping through Belgrade at the time, an onion on each arm, and she said Don't!. So I didn't.

Should have listened to the onions, though: they weren't red onions (which aren't, anyway, red), but onions, large ones. They said - a minor third apart - Do it, do!, in a screeching voice, not at all nice like a counter-tenor, but invitingly.

Only Tulisa said Don't!, and I didn't, truly I didn't.