Well that's football fever over and done with until, oh, er, let me see, oh yes, the World Cup next month.
Just before the Cup Final, I pottered down to Waitrose to purchase some goodies for Scottie, aka Snailspace, aka dilithiums etc etc, just to say thanks for the fine portrait he did of me. On the way back, I made the mistake of nipping into Wilkinsons, the, um, er...
Sorry, but I'm at a bit of a loss to describe Wilkinsons. If anything, it's a cross between your Dad's shed, the drawer of crap in your kitchen, and that old refrigerator that's been stuffed up the alley by the side of number 22. Needless to say, all the women in there looked as if they dipped their heads in a bucket of bleach every morning, and both sexes gave every appearance of subsisting almost entirely on a diet of six inch nails.
Give me Waitrose any day!
6 comments:
Ram Skate dear chap, it was the KFC FA Cup, and it was won by Liverpool United on points, which means they go on to play Barcelona in the finals of Wimbledon.
The game lasted from Friday evening until a few minutes ago, when the last West Ham Albion player was stretchered off, having worn his legs down to to teeny tiny stumps.
Final score was 2,987,564 - 2,987,563.
Just take your tv over to Margate and leave it unattended for a few seconds.
Some nice chaps with hoods and / or the obligitory baseball hat will take it off your hands.
Just to change tack a bit here, Ram Skate old bean, have you seen Snailspace's pen and ink of you over on his blog? Do you really spend your entire working day doing lines?
I said I'd meet Elton at Bluewater this lunchtime. There's a £400 pepper grinder in John Lewis he's got his eye on.
Do accept my most humble appologies for the use of the base ball hat.
Please state prefered head gear or hair stye and I will gladly edit and repost
how about a turban?
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