The adventures of Fat Tony,the biggest pigeon in the world. I am a writer and kids' taxi.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Mission Accomplished!
Hurrah! JBB squadron have just returned. Those wizard chaps said they were bang on target. Boring Blunt was covered in the world's biggest heap of guano! Now we can all sleep safely in our beds...
Hey! I like Moyles as well! You know, there's something strangly enjoyable about being woken up in the morning by a large grumpy bloke, who complains about his co-presenters and lack of fit women wanting to be his friends on My Space. It's either that or some pathetic amateurs on the local radio.
Anyway, I saw James Blunt's new video. It looks somebody finally came to his senses and set fire to him! Hooray! Er...I mean...that's bad. For him, I guess.
And why is he number one over in America anyway? I think his music is layered with hypnotism, controlling listeners' minds like zombies, making them buy his album. The horror! Run for it!
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Hooray! The world is saved!
Something funny is going on, though,Paws. You would think JB getting splatted would've made a big splash on the BBC news.
Who's next, FT? Shayne Ward? Shane Richie? Lionel Richie?
Actually Chris Moyles is next in line. You know it makes sense.
OI! I quite like listening to Chris and the gang's banter in a morning. It gets me out of bed ready to face the world smiling.
Chris Moyles makes me choke on my breakfast. And that takes some doing...
I think he's like Marmite. You either love him or hate him.
I prefer marmalade on my muffins, actually.
Hey! I like Moyles as well! You know, there's something strangly enjoyable about being woken up in the morning by a large grumpy bloke, who complains about his co-presenters and lack of fit women wanting to be his friends on My Space. It's either that or some pathetic amateurs on the local radio.
Pathetic amateur just about sums up Chris Moyles for me. Anyway, I prefer to be woken up by my patent teasmade and crumpet toaster.
Anyway, I saw James Blunt's new video. It looks somebody finally came to his senses and set fire to him! Hooray! Er...I mean...that's bad. For him, I guess.
And why is he number one over in America anyway? I think his music is layered with hypnotism, controlling listeners' minds like zombies, making them buy his album. The horror! Run for it!
Got it in one, Paws. I reckon the Yanks must just like blandness personified. Pass the sick bucket.
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