Right, first of all, tried to get my Siouxsie tickets for Yoko Ono's meltdown.
"Sorry, no exact matches were found..."
Fucksake! What's the point of having pre-sale tickets if there ain't none!
Grrrr!
And then, the Being Frank Kickstarter started! Oooh. Now, I did the March Violets one, and got one of the best albums ever. So, what Timperley Treats can I (and you) gets here...
Fucksake! I could be a producer!
If I wasn't worried about my job, I'd've pledged the required amount and got named on IMDB and the film as the Co-Producer, as well as getting tons of other stuff.
Instead, I had to go for a mid-range pledge. Still tempted to go for the Big One though... but STOP Xym! You could be out on yer ear later this year! You need to save yer pennies in case you join the Jeremy Kyle set!
Which would be ace if I can think of a brilliant come-back like that bloke yesterday!
See, I left me phone at home yesterday, so had to swing by the house to pick it up on me way towards cranial trimmage. Having 45mins spare, I stuck the telly on as I waded through the myriad of Facebook messages and texts I imagine I get. And JK was on (as they don't call him Jeremy Kyle prior to the Foxy Bingo intros no more). And it was the best rejoinder by a
"Her dad won't let me see my son!"
"Kids having kids. Why don't you put something on the end of it?"
"I do."
"Really."
"Yeah. It's called a woman."
Classic!
