Thursday, 2 October 2008

Dancing at the end of the rope in priz...

Gold! Always moulded o'er yer hole!

You're indestructible... so forever there will be matchstick bryophyte foliage in damp corners wearing the London Look by some rimmer.

Although teasing Katie's crack may be fun for the Doc, or tea, who wants blusher up their chocolate starfish?

However, I've seen House of Wax (not the one set in the Hilton Hotel, or with Rubies, but with Vincie), and I ain't seen the waif strutting about recently! Crack open that golden shell of the elect troll Isis, for it's bigger than Two Ton (Nick) Kamen's, and I bet she'll tumble to the floor.

I'll just bet some Mad Scientist type with a Sugar Puff fixation has gone realised his dream of golden pips on a sunshine princess - bet he had fun gilding those nuggets with gold leaf!

Why couldn't he do a proper model of Moss. With Roy, Jen and Richmond.

Pointing at flies.

That'd confuse archæologists in years to come!