It’s time to split his portfolios up and give one to putative modern-day saint, Saint Greavsie of Television.
July 13th – come along with us, to the glorious, annual, ugly bug ball.
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July 10th – Back home, we’ll be thinking about you, while we’re not that far away.
I am prepared to legislate to provide England with a system of 4-4-4.
July 8th – I don’t drink coffee, I take tea, my dear. I like my toast done on one side.
'"My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: I have already got me special beer goggles on, Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
June 29th – The sun’ll come out tomorrow, Bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, There’ll be sun.
It is not in my nature to carry a weapon, but should any agents of the state decide to investigate, they’ll discover that I have fashioned a stick like the one Gabriel Oak used to cure abdominal bloating in sheep
June 24th – Sleep upon my shoulder as we creep, Across the sands so I may keep, The memory of our Caravan.
Come the end of the season, I’ll have mastered the art of living small, and need only add a car with tow bar to create a portfolio of flexible assets, which will bring with them a world of opportunity.
June 22nd – I’ll gas up my hot rod stoker, We’ll get hotter than a poker, You’ll be broke but I’ll be broker, Tonight we’re settin’ the woods on fire.
I haven’t seen Nomadland yet, but perhaps with (temporary) access to funds and some paid employment I’m not so much homeless as camping?
10th June – You wonder why he stands so high, It’s just the space between him and the sky.
I often watch replays of so-called fouls, and to me it's almost as if one leg behaves badly independently of the brain, while the other leg just stands there looking on unable to assist.
Rupert – 100 years old.
Rupert is 100 years old
1st June – Li’l David was small, but oh my, He fought big Goliath, Who lay down an’ dieth, Li’l David was small, but oh my.
The Longfellow furrowed a brow and looked at him quizzically, ‘I mean it’s crap,’ said Cum-Bot.
11th May – Making good use of the things that we find, Things that the everyday folks leave behind.
They wouldn’t be so tolerant with a burning fag butt down the side of a slip-on, I can tell you that.
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