Oh My God pleaded with me to make an appearance at this shindig. The crowd went wild so The Author said, why not?
Of all the great reasons why not:
1. I should be fishing
2. I could be catching bigger fish in a larger pond
3. I'd rather not be eaten by bears and marshmallows by frequenting this Speakeasy
I couldn't pick, so here he is, The Author.
In years to come a man by the name of Fergal Sharkey will release a song by the name of "A Good Heart" and years later still that song will still piss people off. Just saying.
The author looks on at the empty chair where Raymond (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bonjour_Tristesse_(film) assembles for his daily purr and prim. Apparently some call him 'god', but not in capitals, because that would probably be blasphemy.
Heard a great story at lunch, I was eating mussells in Royan and there was a mad debate about Indian call centres, I was like, "me no speaka english" and "bring back the Raj."
I hope Oh My God and the Greek Choir appreciate this. Too esoteric, you be the fudge!
Roll credits... mon ami!
No comments:
Post a Comment