Footnote...

In an added twist...

Last night Golden Shower Boy had an verbal altercation with another of his good mates.

Jazz. He's M's fiance. I've known him since he was fifteen. We met one Melbourne Cup Day in a park; down near the Swimming Pool. We were all underage ( I was seventeen and had just met Hubby) and drunk. Rowie was there.

Anyway; Jazz is a good bloke. And This story isn't about him.

So GSB and Jazz had their altercation. Jazz went home. A little while later GSB sent him a text.

It said simply...

Buffoon.

What the Fuck's with That?

Because I have no idea. Except perhaps he's insinuating Something Bad.