All due credit to Hendrix, sublime 'geetarrr', but what the x was a stone fox? And why wasn't he in the Four Tops when he sang that one? Have to ask my latest correspondent: a gen-you-wine Detroit musician. As Number One says; 'shut up Dad'. But he ain't never been down Eight Mile, never been in Berry Gordy's drum, nor spoken to a dude who was coveted by Whitfield and Kendricks.
Bet you're thinking, 'neither has the old boy'.Wrong!
I am moving into stellar territory at the moment: all gratuities welcome. I may not have a job, but I have a good time with the boys that I meet down on the line. I am going to tear up the play-house, not down, as Ann Peebles warbled. Saw her at the Casino, by the way, and she am de Mam. I was 16 and a right mouthy git. No change there, then. But she is a stone fox.
Back to the real world, I see that Call-Me-An-Eton-Mess has given a title to Livingston to become Minister of State for Industriousness. Think you needed Ken, not Ian, Dave. I am considering standing with the Tory whip for Mayor of Bedford in 2015, unless I can get a safe seat in Labour territory. Once in, I shall rip it all to pieces. Any help or advice would be welcome.
For those struggling, I give you the Bubble, Eminem, Motown and probably for youngsters, Paul Young. Copy-cats apart from Georgios Panayioutou, who knew how to write a toon.
Oh! I love the smell of napalm at any time of day.
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