Oh yeah, they all think she's sooo cool. Scaramouche that is, well she aint. Actually she's a complete and utter scaredycat and a bossy boots for that matter. She just puts on a big show for everyone so I look stupid next to her. Me? Oh it's me Galileo. I don't want to sound like I'm complaining or anything but after the whole "Hairy God of Rock" insident, Scaramouche has become absolutly unbearable, she's always on at me for not being able to play the guitar. So what??!! Who cares anymore anyway? But I'm going of the point I was trying to make, and that was that she is an insufferably nasty to me . But just have a look into our lifes for one day.

"Come on! We're going to be late!"

"I know I know, I've told you before…"

"You have shorter legs then I do. Yeah yeah, but we're gonna miss the buffett at the party.

"Is that all you think about? Food?"

"No."

"Oh yeah I forgot sex and sleep." Scaramouche stopped and stemmed her hands into her hips.

"Oh come on. We're late already."

"Yes, because you had to spend three hours in the bathroom and then put that stupid hat on." I glared at her,

"I didn't and it was you with your stupid make-up that took so long. Anyway why are you following me again?"
"Had nothing better to do."

"Well you can't come, it's a posh party and you aint dressed for it." Scaramouche raised her eyebrows and then pointed at me,

"Says the person who is wearing trousers that could stand up by themselves."

"There my best ones."

"So where is this party anyway?"

"Umm, we're on the way there." Scaramouche looked sideways at me,

"We're lost aren't we?" Well, yeah sort off, but I wasn't gonna tell her was I?

"No, I know exactly were we are."

"Were are we then?"

"On a road."

"What road?" I bend down and wiped across the ground with a finger.

"A dirty road."

"I knew it! Were lost! Men you can't take them anywhere. Honestly I should have listened to the others. Don't go with him, they said. He's a liability, they said…" I stopped her in mid flow,

"Shut up will you! We're not lost, just temporarily off course." Scaramouche glared oh my God, it's enough to make an iceberg melt.

"Next thing you're going to tell me is that it's the wrong day and all this bother was for nothing."

"It's Thursday, definitely the right day." Scaramouche looked like she was just about ready to kill me.

"IT IS FRIDAY!!! YOU IMBECILE!" Ups. Well it could happen to anyone. I'd better run though before she gets her hands on me. Later peeps.

See? She's always horrid to me. Why oh why did I agree to let her live in my nice caravan, after it was all over?

Galileo? You stupid or something? What do you understand under nice? Mangy old rust bucket or something?

At least I have a swimming pool.

He means the kitchen sink.

I have a bath tap.

But no Bath to go with it.

Shut up this is my story. I'm telling it.

Oh be quite and come to bed!

What's a man to do? Oh well till some other time.