Nelson Galaxy

I had another rather odd conversation in the office kitchen with George. His twisted imagination has envisioned another bizarre invention. He presently has his little wonky eye on a certain pretty young girl and will do anything to impress her. He has already made her some nettle soup and left it on her desk and gave her keyboard a deep clean with his tongue.

I get the impression she believes him to be a joke of a man but he holds firm in his hopes of love.

“I’d do anything for her Nelson. I have just invented a new cocktail for her. I call it ‘Taste of Love’.”
“Oh yeah, and what is in this drink dear George?”
“Get this right, because it is extra special.”
“Hit me George.”
“The drink I have invented for my special lady will blow her socks off.”
“Blown right off?”
“Yeah, right off. It contains tomato juice, lemon, tobasco and vodka.”
“Erm, isn’t that a ‘Bloody Mary’?”
“Sort of, but I have my own special ingredient.”
“Not salty man cream?”
“No Nelson. I will mix the spicy red drink with something sweet and loving. I will add a banana.”
“Cricky. Sliced or puréed?”
“Neither Nelson, this is why I am a genius. The banana goes in the drink whole. When she tastes the hot tobasco she can then chew on the long sweet banana. She will have the cock and the tail. I want to see her lips kissing my ‘Taste of Love’.”
“George, that is obscene. You are sick, sick I tell you. You cannot woo a lady with elongated fruit.”
“You don’t know me Nelson, I can do anything!”
“OK George, good luck mate.”

And off he toddles on his little hairy legs, hoping above hope that some beauty will sample his ‘Taste of Love’. Do you fancy a taste? Well, do ya?