...your "Search for an X-Star, My career's dead get me out of here, Have I got news for Dancers" She's now sreaming the odds over here about some bleedin' heart or something. You Londoners can't say anything without it being bleedin' this or bleedin' that.
Well. had a nasty accident this morning. Wasn't watching where I was going and ran straight into the wife in the bathroom. Got my nose well and truly wedged between her breasts. If only I'd been wearing my soles. Their made by a company called "R". Well they must be. When I go out with the wife, many people remark to her that they see she has brought along her "R" sole.
Right, must dash.