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Sunday, February 12, 2006

Mews, mews, Rodney Bewes.

I am a rich, famous poet and author. I am extremely drunk and I can't find my way home.

I've lost my mews.

7 Comments:

Blogger surly girl said...

oho. ithankyew. i'm here all week. take my mother-in-law, etc, etc.

*smiles in self-satisfaction that geoff won't detect the jealousy caused by not thinking of that first*

8:48 PM  
Blogger Urban Chick said...

are you jools oliver?

pretty sure those are the 'mews' where the fat-tongued lad 'lived' for his buff cook programme

10:56 PM  
Blogger Geoff said...

He used to be my neighbour. He was also my mucker until he started those Toploader dinner parties.

8:48 AM  
Blogger Geoff said...

Thank you, Fifi. I would imagine sitting opposite Jamie at a dinner party would be vomit-inducing as he licked his plate clean and patted his belly. Just when I think I've heard Dancing in the Moonlight for the last time, the office radio blares it out at the most inappropriate time (i.e. any bloody time).

2:45 PM  
Blogger Geoff said...

I'm not Robbie's greatest fan but even I can see he puts on a decent show for his audience. I bet the song in between performances was Things Can Only Get Better.

6:24 PM  
Blogger Geoff said...

I bought the 12 inch of Poison Arrow.

2:02 PM  
Blogger Cie Cheesemeister said...

Hopefully you are not Edgar Allan Poe, because that means that you have rabies!

8:46 AM  

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