It turns out Phil Collins isn't just a washed out-singer. He also hears voices. If only one would ask him to stop making music.
Likewise I'd like to find myself in this situation. If Mrs M wants me to stay out of the housework, there won't be any need to call the cops.
Now if JC or PB start giving us any more trouble then I could trade them in for a plasma TV. I wonder if I could get a Playstation in the bargain?
Finally in the news round up young Prince Harry, visiting Australia like thousands of his countrymen, eager to escape the dreariness that is the UK, has discovered the meaning of whinging Pom.
The in-laws arrived last night, bringing what all visitors to Disneyland are required. Wine and meat from the promised land of Oz. PB and JC were appropriately happy and excited.
Posted by Simon at September 30, 2003 09:20 AM | TrackBack