August 14, 2007

Ludicrously hot voluntary attack on my own innards courtesy of mass produced swill (see a couple of posts under this one), or - *adopts Cap'n Birds Eye-stylee gruff south-westerly burr* - a noyce and creeeamy Ocean Pieee, me 'earties? With an 'earty sprinkling o'whyte pepper? Aaaaargh?

Or chips?

Because then I don't have to do anything at all, which is, naturellement, my preferred option.

(See? French and Cornish, quick as a flash. I should be on the bloody stage, you know. To be sure. Ooh! There I go again! *immediately dials RADA* *then The Priory* )