Tuesday, 25 December 2007
God bless us every one
Something to warm the cockles, or even the sub-cockle regions.
I am having a special special day in Alexandra. At present the conversation has turned to sports and injustice with liberal mentions of pooh packing. The mind boggles does it not? Needless to say I do not feel like I have a lot to input into this conversation. But rest assured my little cabbages, I am gathering sweet boring stories with which to regale you all later.
Anyway, I hope you all make it through the day. Sometimes I feel like Jesus was born just to make my life a misery, albeit an overstuffed and socialised misery.
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Upon a second viewing I find this even scarier. How he's feeling the music. How he's aged. How he runs out of dance moves. How his voice isn't what it used to be.
Oh Billy, whatever happened to that God in a leather nappy on the cover of the Rolling Stone (rolling sto-one gonna send five copies to my mother).
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