Unbelievable tales from One Who Knows.‘It is a comfort in wretchedness to have companions in woe’.
We're taking a bit of a breather while the world rearranges its underpants. Meanwhile, the other blog is here.
"Has he gone yet?" the bugger asks, knowing full well the answer."Not yet. Yours?""Nah. We're waiting for Jessie Norman to sing 'Hey Little Hen.'"
Or Mrs Mills 'I'm Mighty Glad'.
If it helps, I can do a good impersonation of a fat ady singing. I've got the pillows on standby, just let me know when you need my inputw x
Ken Barmy? I could have hem, anyday.(And his army....);)L.U.V. on ya,Bobp.s. wrod versificatoing: corie (sure that wasn't Ken BarLOW?)
Jessye Norman would sort them out: with her uniquely wide vocal range she'd just have to find the note which harmonised with Aldous' brainwave frequency, then sing very loud.
A Truss boutique? Oh my....
It's like a ghost hovering everywhere - even when he's not there.
Now you have got me thinking about Chas and Dave and that's never good just before dinner!
Madame DeF: yes indeed!Wendy: bless you lady!Bob: you wouldn't want to, you don't know where he's beenGadjo: perhaps we needs a couple of hundred bats singing "Agadoo"nursemyra: every town should have onePat: an everlasting presenceHappy Frog and you: sorry!
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