Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
I've just woken from a dream where rats were running about amongst hay bales inside someone's house. Even worse than a cig'.
I would have thought that was a daily reality around the French countryside.
I miss so much smoking a cigarette. Sometimes i dream that i light a cigarrete.
Sometimes I deram that we are still allowed to smoke in pubs. Two days ago, I lit one in the pub before I remembered it was illegal, but nobody noticed.
John Prescott ?
If John Prescott was thin and Oriental, maybe.
Alarming expression he has although I don't suppose his skull had.