It truly is an ill wind that blows no good, and I am not for once referring to Groida's toxic rectal emissions.
You may recall the unfortunate disturbances which broke out around our Xmas float in Padstow last year and I mentioned that it caught the attention of a TV crew. Well, it looks as if the Ambrose Posse is going to be the subject of a documentary fillum!
Negotiations are still in progress but some researchers have been over for a recce and were blown away by our new underground railway. Unfortunately they made the mistake of calling it a "ghost train" and now all three mega-scorpions refuse to communicate with them in anything but an outrageous and politically incorrect pidgin English. Anyway, as regular readers will be aware, there is a lot more to us than a "Duppy Choo-Choo".
The only downside is that after nearly convincing Cheryl to give herself up and be deported back to Texas, she now wants to hang on to bask in our fame (and no doubt spend the rest of her days over here like those other haggard Hoosiers; Michael Brandon, David Soul and Suzi Quatro).
Knowing me as you do, I guarantee tough terms and a bloody great wedge of royalties. Merchandising should bring in a few bob as well. It may even be worth my while dusting down the plans for an Ambrose dolly. Hopefully this one won't self-decapitate. Exciting times, eh?
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