Sounds wonderful! many of the themes appear similar to the classic "y'know what pisses me off most about the old firm" by Scot Pissed-Footballfan. Incidentally, I do a much praised recital if you're ever short of entertainment.
her intense, white wine fuelled performance
You looked at the photo before selecting it?
You looked at the photo before selecting it?
Nope - if anything, this one just seemed to write itself... By which I mean, I had the idea and ten minutes to splat it onto the page before heading out. Does it show?
I do a much praised recital if you're ever short of entertainment.
I've heard your recital - I don't know who's praising it, but I definitely won't be asking them if they've read any good books lately...
Ah c'mon. Did you hear the soliloquy about how "they baassads've ripped the fu'n heart oot tha scoatish gemm"? My performances to date have been described as "impassioned, believable ...and brimful of inebriated horse shite"(***1/2, Victim Comlex Quarterly).
To be honest, I've not seen anything this year which can compare to last summer's masterpiece: Arthur MacHendrew's brutal, four hour soliloquy Where The Flaming Hell Did I Leave The Remote.
Does she have a blog?
I had the idea and ten minutes to splat it onto the page before heading out. Does it show?
I suspect that Justin was being a wine critic, rather than commenting on the content of the post.
Even more alarmingly for proponents of the self-correcting, fact-checking blogosphericals is the fact that nobody has taken issue with the sentence upmarket Hector's bar.
Obviously, there's a stark difference between upmarket and expensive.
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