OK, the Peterborough Arms/turntable-dance-floor disco dream is on hold, at least until this Saturday's 6/49 draw. But I wasn't just jive talkin' Someday, somehow, you just watch. Studio 54 North will be the talk of the town. Let Lindsay, Britney and Paris know.
I'm kind of new to this whole blogging thing. OK, I'm very new. There's certainly never a shortage of topics. For example, if the spirit so moves me, I could write about... mmmm, let's see...naked mannequins.
Naked mannequins? Oh yes, we have naked mannequins. I was in downtown Peterborough Thursday eve, enjoying my yearly quota of fish at the Olde Stone. Very nice. Before dessert (lime key pie is awesome), I took a break and went for a stroll, discovering there's quite a number of naked mannequins in local store windows. Do these dummies have no shame?
A while back, a student's art work was taken down from Hunter Street, the fear being it would be offensive to tourists. Apparently naked mannequins, some of them particularly well detailed and, uh, gifted, aren't seen the same way. I have no idea how no clothes sells clothes but I suppose if I was stuck in a store window on a humid summer day, I'd have a little more sympathy. But I'm not and I don't, so get dressed or move on so we can focus our attention on the fully-clothed dummies who walk among us.
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