I Am Going To Become A Writer

Vaisey Said, "is It Because Your Parents Don't Understand You?" Charlie Said, "no, It's Because Our Parents Understand Us Very Well, And That Is Why They Wanted Us To Go Away.

There He Is, Tall, Tanned, Italian, Sophisticated. So What Do You Do?" I Said, "er, Leap On Him And Snog Him Within An Inch Of His Life? Taking Care Not To Strangle Myself On His False Beard, Or Disturb His Banana.

I Am Exhausted By Trying To Get Along With The Lord.

I Couldn't Believe It. It Was Unbelievable, That's Why. My Face Was Like A Frozen Fish Finger. All Rigid And Pale. (but Obviously Not With Breadcrumbs On It.)

Love Is A Many Trousered Thing.