It's just good manners....

Those of you who read Thursday's entry, or equally, those who have mastered the scroll bar function, will recall Mr. Squeaky Nostril. Well, today we met his older, and frankly more icky distant cousin Mrs. Chews-With-Her-Mouth-Open.

Now, if Algy (that's Mr. Algernon Squeaky Nostril Esq. as he shall hence be called) should learn to open his gob and let lashings of unobstructed bus air into his probably starved lungs, then Wilhelmina Chews-With-Her-Mouth-Open should balk at her distant cousins rebellion and keep those lips firmly sealed. There is nothing nastier than the constant sound of wet chewing first thing in the morning. It's as if the chewing powers her motor neurone functions.... Oooh, maybe it DOES! *develops idea for Science Fiction novel*

The only thing that makes this even slightly entertaining is that Wilhelmina is the spitting image of the teacher in Clueless - officially the best film of the 90's. (Now, that's a statement I'm going to regret when I've thought about it. And considered Grosse Point Blank. And Usual Suspects... Oh, arse.) I keep picturing her going home to Wallace Shawn....

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