We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

An Irish genius having a fight with himself in a big vat of Guinness

I bump into Ken Barmy in the garden centre. He's still banging on about his management team.

"It's like your Uncle Harold going on a mini-break to Casablanca then coming back and telling you to call him Deidre."

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