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So they've been phoning me dozens of times a day and love-bombing me with flowers, chocolates, hamsters, cheese and merkins. They want me to be their new Bond girl and said I can have any Bond I want: Daniel Craig, Sean Connery, the other tossers ...
heck they even said they'd dig up George Lazenby. They're wearing me down. But, if I do it, I'm going to insist on Brogel as my James Bond.
But Brogel was off being pathetic again. Wringing his hands and dothing his cap he was mumbling in barely coherent english," oooh JanW I wuv you, I want to touch you, but I am barely human and hideously deformed."
But oh so tasty.
It's tasty, tasty, very very tasty, we think it's (wait for it) tasty. And so went my favourite advertising jingle from the late 70s, early 80s.
There weren't many cat skinners around back then, but then again the cat population was almost non-existant.Almost, I say, as we must never forget the Great Cat In Heaven,who bestows upon us all the great and magnificent gift of knowledge on how to suck.
JanW
The Bishop of Southwark
Brogel
