|
Good Omar Sharif, what's happening here? I'm going radio
rental with the most pear shaped run of gadget flutters. Everything
has gone pete tong!! Two powerbooks, a bernie winter, mobil
hambone, Barnet Fair dryer, bob squash machine, yap jack,
scanner, the lardy dar, and a digital mince pie that started
noshing-up 2 tony slatteries per click.
Thinking I was helping out the inhouse 'Duchess of Fife',
leaned over while bob squashing the lardy dar and would you
Adam & Eve it, dropped a new hambone out of my sky rocket
straight into a waiting bucket. A perfect rim shot. It's oh,
so brown bread. (a bit of a window licker too, copping the
company's pride and joy.)
 The
scanner went Father Ted, fixed it, but now it's hearts of
oak again. Haven't a Danny la Rue, just can't get that little
button to Kathy Burke!
Then the Barnet Fair dryer Wallace and Grommited fire and
popped its clogs - the ancient Greek of burning Barnet Fair
its last ode to life.
Bottle of glue weeks or so ago both powerbooks came up Simon
said. I’m STILL hanging a left for the retrieval verdict (fingers
crossed) that it's ham and cheesy.
Such a lemon and lime, a lightening storm hit and totally
naffed the Yap Jac (my whiskey malt). Before butcher' hooking
it I assumed it was my nails and tacks ‘til after messing
about a bit found that the ‘ole dodgy 'Act of God' or 'Act
of Allah' has arisen - takes the biscuit, that it does!
While at a Buster Keaton, off-station on my Jack and Jones,
(putting knees up the second time) the jam jar went brown
bread. Now I’m north and south, running around with a card
'just in case' I come a cropper if it croaks, forcing the
need for a bit of top hat with a hambone that's just a pretty
piece of placky.
Dog and bone was cut, yadda yadda. Shelled but it’s still
dead so can’t be fussed to venture out in the Danny Marr.
In a fine two and eight, called directory enquiries for the
cucumbers (no one has books for dog & bone) only to be
told by a bit of a cabbage that it doesn’t exist. Huh?
And if that’s not bad enough, life is not real luvverly jubberly
since the 'Duchess of Fife' went off-station, leaving me very
Todd Sloane. Tried to operate the bob squash machine to get
fav Alan Whickers Billie Jean, thinking it would be a doddle.
Hearts of oaked the knob and it shot a 5' stream of fisherman's
daughter, so there I was, drenched from Uncle Ned to Sebastion
Coe. Called for the cheesy quaver but it was yonks til the
tyre kicker came and by that grease and grime the Queen's
Park Rangers urge to bob squash the doobry had Van Goghed.
Love a duck, to top it all, my Bernie Winter refused to Kathy
Burke - and Bob's your uncle, what a MESS! Pipped at the post.
Terribly sorry, rabbiting on am I but with this leg of hard
lines one is such ah slit in a dress. I’m so Fred Mcmurried
to leave my drum and bass, totally shagged out from it all
L
...This & That - thecat@
©2002, Catherine Morley
|
