Hello,
Michael Made-up here again. You know me. I am the funny one. No, not the Prime Minister. The one who is always sticking up for old Boris.
He and I, go way back. All the way back. It will only be a few months until my knighthood, and then a few years on the gravy train. That will keep me in hair products.
I mean, it is actually my hair. If it was a wig, it would look a lot better than this, wouldn’t it? I mean, I would have the most excellent wigs a man could buy. If it was a wig, which as I have told you, it isn’t.
Now, it is Tuesday, so I better say something slightly off colour, that I know nothing about, so I can stay in the spotlight a bit longer. I mean I put the little city I represent in the spotlight, but do they thank me? Do they hell.
I know, I will write a column about how in my day Firefighters did the job for nothing. That will put last week’s little blip in the shade, and no mistake.
30 years doing this, and all people will remember me for is my wig….I mean hair. It is not a wig. How many more times can I keep telling you that?
