I said: 'no, no, nooo'
Wish her Daddy had whacked her more than her husband had smacked her. Beautiful, beautiful voice, with little confidence. Weller and Jools managed to prise decent performances from Wino but she was sadly leagues away from her true potential. And I have given the answer away at the beginning again. Must have missed a vein.
Asif. That well-known master of riches who has so far seen fit to ignore me in his largesse - check your Arabic-Inglese dictionary if you don't believe me. Oddly enough, despite being a workless twit I have always made friends in the global community. Asif was from (maybe is still from) Abu Dhabi
I have recently spent some time with a victim of the trade that makes people happy, having met him whilst we were repairing our debt to the community. Poor chap is up and down, and unfortunately there ain't a jot I can do to stop him. Talk is cheap, so is smack. Guess which one he prefers?
In fact, I reckon I am wasting my time on cheap cider. Good juice could whack me with far less pain than liverish complaint. And I always thought that a jump in the river would do the job - I hate swimming - but had capitulated to the jump before the 8:09 to Leicester which would advise you to step well back from the platform.
'He walks away....the sun goes down'.
And now he goes to listen to the sunny side of the world....Ms KL and her fantastic Northern YT channel all the way from deepest Wigan.....errr....Brisbane!
Oh my, too much to do and learn and so little time left within which so to do.
Mmmwaahhh. To Amy....gorgeous, babe, wherever you are.
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