Sorry, O public, but I'm off to bed in the voluminous, almost aristocratic tartan dressing gown and with a steaming mug of Waitrose Broccoli & Stilton Cup-a-Soup.
I know you've had short shrift from me of late but I am trying my best. Blogspot have destroyed all the Ambrosia from 2010. Buggers. Did Alastair Cook have this problem with the BBC? I think not. Blatent discrimination.
As we head into October, it seems that "What I Did On Me Holidays" has become an irrevelance and may have to be consigned to an omnibus paperback, as an extra. I am sure your purses and wallets are already twitching in anticipation. Publishers may wish to think quietly about exclusive rights and possible financial inducements.
Rumours of forthcoming nuptuals between me and Cheryl the Frighteningly Large Earwig are without foundation. However, there is no such thing as bad publicity, so I am tearfully proud to inform the waiting world press that Groida is the real father and he will be travelling to the Isle of Wight shortly to take Holy Orders and be subjected to a punitive Medieval castration at Quarr Abbey.
Now give me a break for a few weeks, eh? I've got deals to do and money to launder.
I know you've had short shrift from me of late but I am trying my best. Blogspot have destroyed all the Ambrosia from 2010. Buggers. Did Alastair Cook have this problem with the BBC? I think not. Blatent discrimination.
As we head into October, it seems that "What I Did On Me Holidays" has become an irrevelance and may have to be consigned to an omnibus paperback, as an extra. I am sure your purses and wallets are already twitching in anticipation. Publishers may wish to think quietly about exclusive rights and possible financial inducements.
Rumours of forthcoming nuptuals between me and Cheryl the Frighteningly Large Earwig are without foundation. However, there is no such thing as bad publicity, so I am tearfully proud to inform the waiting world press that Groida is the real father and he will be travelling to the Isle of Wight shortly to take Holy Orders and be subjected to a punitive Medieval castration at Quarr Abbey.
Now give me a break for a few weeks, eh? I've got deals to do and money to launder.
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