Right,where was I?
(Puts on black overcoat and trilby,sticks a bridge roll in his mouth,makes a V-sign and starts doing the charleston.) No,wait,that was Lew Grade. Churchill's preferred dance was the mambo,wasn't it? Or was that Kitchener? Anyway,let's just say I'm doing a soft shoe shuffle.A very soft shoe shuffle,actually,as I've only got my socks on and don't want to wear them out.
Winston Churchill singing a medley of Beach Boys hits in the shower,slipping on the soap,and screaming like a baby.A baby that resembles him,needless to say.
Winston Churchill's grandson's lawyer putting him on speakerphone for the rest of the office to listen to a rant about an unprovoked attack on his grandfather.
A slightly pedantic lurker writes: Hang on,this is really getting out of control now.Oh and what a surprise,it's that smart aleck The Cornishman who's largely responsible.
Fortunately I taped the BBC2 wildlife documentary thing on Thursday night.So,I'm off to catch a few sex tips from an Australian marsupial and other critters on video.
Will write back with a full review later.
Oh cheers Gaspode,you've gone and made it even worse now.What kind of a world are we living in where a maniac can't zap off a hundred posts in fifty minutes without giving a bunch of people minor coronaries?
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