Well that's that then. Cyril, my accountant, says I'm broke. Apparently splashing out 44 Gs on Del Boy's Robin Reliant yesterday was the final straw.
Still, it was kind of Cyril to call me from the airport on the first day of his trip to the Dutch Antilles. I know I've always said you can't get rid of me that easily, but as the old adage goes, there's no escaping taxes and death, and when I last looked the old tootsies were still wiggling so I must have succumbed to the former.
The only assets left are the TT, the Smart car, the Robin Reliant, the old cliff top mansion, and this blog. So from today I've got a new catchphrase:
WILL BLOG FOR FOOD
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Don't you'll starve!
It's not only yours truly that's going wellies up - I see from your blog that flights to Nowhere Virginia from RAF London Kent Manston Ramsgate International Airport have just been scrapped!
Im sure now that, TDC are about to have the Doctor join his mates in the old tory party, that we will be delivered to the promissed land
Hows the blogging for food going, I was reading about that Judith O'really with her blog "wife up norff husband down saff" , have a read of this if your not familiar , basically this women who's never blogged in her life, starts to pump out this stuff, about it being grim up north. Any way she had only been blogging, for six weeks when along comes a damn publishing company with £70,000 book deal, you can only imagine the joy, beginners luck! follow the link the article doesn't say whether she will return to her previous career as a Sunday Time Journalist
If that doesn't inspire you to greater efforts nothing will.
If the link dont work try pasteing this into your browser
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/uk/article1401041.ece
Very kind of you to point me in that direction, Tony.
I would dearly love for some of my drivel to make it to the printed page, but alas I lack the social and networking skills, and luck, that writers of the calibre of Maeve Binchy, Catherine Cookson, and the ubiquitous Nick Hornby have been blessed with. And that's despite having a best mate who's agent is none other than the Patrick Walsh mentioned in the Times Online piece as having 'discovered' this woman.
Oh, and what I write is generally b*ll*cks. That might have something to do with it too!
Crumb's ER... oh..sorry.... are we to see you perched, lap-top akimbo, in the shelter on Government Acre?
If so, I'd be only too pleased to pass over the odd dog biscuit.
A friend in need and all that.....
Only if the dog biscuits are from Fortnums, Nethers. Seriously, though, there'd be no point me dossing in any of the shelters along the East Cliff, as the backsides have all blown off.
I wonder if Ronnie Corbett would give me a lend of his teeny-tiny kiosk?
I've always thought you where quite talented in an undemanding sort way, and haveing read some of the tosh I refered to.
Too kind, dear heart, too kind. I aim to be undemanding, and undemanding I am, in a complex kind of way.
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