Not funny.

It’s a good thing I didn’t join the portrait painting class to meet an actual man. Seriously. Me and 10 other women ranging from 20 to 70.
We are nicely spread across the Edinburgh social landscape like hand churned butter across artisan bread. Darling.
The lecturer is a man of course, But he doesn’t count. It’s like a sitcom.
A sitcom that is never going to be funny because it has too much truth in it. However, I’ve already written the first 2 episodes. I’m gonna be played by Brendan Gleeson. In a wig.

Next week this painting gets eyes. I didn’t have a brush small enough.