Bruce Forsyth - My Fake Diary

Sunday, 26 September 2010

Round of golf with Tarby this morning. Good game, Good game. He said that it was nice to see me, to see me nice. Which was nice of him.
Popped into the newsagents on the way home. "Give us a twirl" I said to the Indian girl behind the counter. She didn't get it and just pointed to the chocolate bars on the shelf, can't say how sad it made me. Oh for the days of glory; tap dancing into the BBC centre, rubbing wigs with Frankie Howard, all gone now.
Still chin up, if I play my cards right maybe tomorrow will bring better fortune.
Off to bed now with my cuddly toy, cuddly toy.