Purveyor of Bollocks to the Crowned Heads of Europe
Golly, Baby, I'm a lucky cuss! ...I sing, twirling my boa, hopping around the manor kitchen.
Tom..what is it with you and the 80s?
Another Brighton boy gone bad.
That's the spirit, Willow.I really don't think I've got a thing about the 80's, J - they seem like yesterday to me, unlike the young bar-staff at my local pub, who are just listening to this shite for the first time. If you go back in my blog, you might think I have a thing about the mid 1940s too, let alone the 50s, 60's and 70s. Maybe I just have a thing about the years of my life?'Gone bad', or 'mad', Cro?