OCD Window Washing

…I stare out my windows all day long…

….watching the dirt accumulate on the glass…

…but never have to wash the windows myself (or pay to have it done)…

…because if I wait for long enough the OCD window washer turns up and does it because he can’t bare to see a grimy window….

 

…the other guy (yep, two window washers, count ’em) does it in exchange for snippets of musical info…

….his memory is worse than mine….

 

 

…but OCD guy is definitely the champ…

 

…he can spot a bird poop from across the street…

 

…(there, now I can see the trees again).

Recipe

 

…jelly beans, anyone?

 

 

….(I have a vague memory that friend Kari came up with this at a gathering at her house…marinating things was just becoming popular in NZ cuisine at the time…I think it was the same gathering that Adrian mistook a round table for a toilet…ah, the 80s…we were fucked up, well fed, but fucked up).