Jesu, was it really all those years ago that we practically locked ourselves into your room for an evening and, stuffed with burgers, watched a rather drawn looking John Hurt screaming on a table as his limbs are stretched and his teeth are plucked from his skull? Oh pleasant teen memories.
Also feel the pain of my dig in the ribs as you are working with wonderfully saucy orientals, taste my violent quiche! Rrrrr! Sounds fly though, you might want to get them to master the art of other double entendres, get them to chat about how their boyfriends are rubbish or anything about the magic roundabout or....wait! a rudimentary class on "how to speak like a cocker-nee" like we did that time with Benny. Read "fifty pence on the pound, and no mistake" "throw im to the pigs, harold" and "Me pub, me bleedin pub!" sweeeet. I can hear the phones ringing with complaints already!
Furthermore, the CEO of Microsoft, better get your ass kissing lips on, and your finest British Accent....it must be like forging links between the east and the west...think Struans and cooper-tillman...it's all a matter of Leverage, face, good deals and manners and when it comes down to it, pots of that proverbial "Fat Cash!"Best of British old boy, ask him to lend me a few hundred thousand and I'll get you something nice for Christmas!
I now work at the fine headshop "Ali Bongo's" selling incense, throws, hammocks and bongs, pipes and other stuff here www.alibongo.co.uk
so give us a hit sometime and encourage others to do the same any suggestions will be gladly listened to......
It's god fun and working on the market is a little surreal, with traders bellowing about fruit and veg and crappy burberry caps (the official chav badge) whilst I float about on my magical stall...it's liike being on a strange fleet of ships and not a little chilly! Also down the shop which is the nerve centre for the business...it's all done out the way my house would be if I wanted to sell candles and things and very stylish..."the Starbucks of headshops" is how a lot of people refer to it as it's so tidy and well thought out, blah blah
Christmas is looming and picking up litter with a fork would lick balls. A bit like when we used to have a "special" assembly and have to go around picking up rubbish. I swear to this day that was an abuse of human rights and longed for the day that some poor sod sliced his hand open on a rusty coke can only to die of foaming tetanus after three agonizing weeks. I'd like to see hartismere slime out of that one, the fuckers!
Speaking of which, you should become the girls volleyball instructor so they can all be at your wedding. And you can introduce me to them all when I'm next there.....Hohohohohoho!
I notice you had no excuse for your tie, so i have recently dispatched the Taste police over to your school, they will arrive at the docks late on saturday and do things like turning mannequin heads to watch you from acrss the way and making sure their is an old lady in front of you at every ATM....HAHAHAHA!!!! Happy advent, Brey!