Wednesday, September 29, 2004

Her name was Lola. She was a show girl.

Am sorely tempted to start a meeting by bursting into song, possibly, "Her name was Lo-la, she was a show girl, she had pritt-stick in her hair and three-day old underwear, his name was Le-on, he 'looked after' Lola, owned a fancy mobile phone and knew her number off by rote at the copa ..." etc. etc. etc. Eventually decide against it. Went for a rap verison of Waterloo instead.

I am in my own little world of humour and no-one else can get in. I tried selling tickets but there just wasn't the demand. In a way I am glad, we've all seen how ecosystems suffer from tourist invasions.


At 6:11 am, Blogger Corgan Dane said...

Ahh...the sister's teenage heart throb.

Saw him in concert with her, as a present for her birthday a couple years ago. Was actually a pretty good show.

...and thank you. Now that song will be in my head for days!

At 4:53 pm, Blogger MJ or temptation said...

My husband and i are really enjoying your blog, i like your style, and your entries are very amusing. Keep it going, i especially like your witty titles. We look forward to reading more, take care.

At 11:08 pm, Blogger laphroaig said...

Why look at me, I'm blushing. I am.

At 10:34 pm, Blogger Trinity said...

Mister jackson may be on weekend leave you know :)
Awww I'm being mean to you now. That's ok means I like you. In a platonic blog sense with bells on.

At 12:16 am, Blogger laphroaig said...

Naughty Trin! Anyone who pays me a compliment deserves respect (and possibly a cheque in the post).


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