I’ve got a square old heart and no-one makes the parts that I need.
I had forgotten how plain ugly the people are that go out clubbing in Belfast on a Saturday night. It’s horrible. It’s depressing. And it’s raining so they look ever worse as they queue outside the M Club, dripping under their see-through blouses and Ben Shermans…
Oh well, rant over.
You put peanut butter in your hair to attract small birds which you promptly eat.
Cut-throats Nine? Ghost in the Invisible Bikini?
No pongas las manos sobre las puertas, te expones a una magulladura.
From a close friend, by SMS, just last night: “So you’re going to sit at your desk avoiding your work for the next ten years thinking well I just don’t know how to leave it? Oh come on. You can do better than that.”
What’s the difference between Bing Crosby and Walt Disney? Bing sings but Walt Disney!