#SoCS “Lip” @LindaGHill
I let slip, the other day, that I was gay; I wasn’t, well, I was; but, not in that sort of way. I was paying lip-service to a thought that had passed my mind – or crossed it – that it would give me a little fillip if I thought I was in my twenties again – or in ‘the’ twenties (not, again, as I’d never been there before) when ‘gay’ was just a word to mean ‘cheerful’ and ‘happy’, and I am a cheerful, happy chappie.
So, that was what I meant.
It may have been just a blip, my saying that – as I don’t normally let slip the dogs of war (Shakespeare) and sometimes words can create a conflict, a clip round the ear, or a full-on battle – as when the baby flips out the rattle from the perambulator – also a rather old word.
I also may have been being flippant when I said I was gay; or I may have meant ‘gray’ as it is my name – so, I shall just slip into something less macho, sip on my mint tulip (I know ‘julep’) and be less hip and more wise, with less lip and using the largesse of sultry eyes.
How hip, to hop to the shop in East Ruislip in little more than a slip and slippers – for a kilo of freshly smoked kippers!