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Yes, she really is going out with him. Although I suspect that in some other regards your eyes do decieve you as there are generally few gorillas in British urban streets. Either a trip to Specsavers is in order or I am wrong in my assumption and an urgent call to the animal control department of your local council would seem to be required rather than sitting at the piano.
Yours hopefully,
Eric
Can you save your kisses for me.
Regards Tony Hiller c/o Brotherhood of Man.
I had always wanted to visit Paris and your lovely ballad really whetted my appetite.
While the beaujolais wine and the Champs Elysee were as you described, I was disappointed that you didn't warn me about the hordes of American tourists, the overpriced and generally shitty food, the pisspoor standard of driving and above all the staggering number of dog turds festering on the pavements. I ruined two pairs of Hush Puppies.
Merde!
Skarloey.
!!TOIɊI UOY !!UOY M`I
ЯOЯЯIM ЭHT ИI ИAM ЭHT ЭVOJ
I can't help but notice your piano playing would improve dramatically,and give you a far greater range if you simply removed one hand out of your pocket.
Not a criticism, just some sound advice.
Your good friend,
Les Dawson.
Dear Muhammad Ali
you're in the wrong thread
Dear Richard Fairbrass
you're in the wrong Fred too
Whaddya say?
Gerald Ratner.
While you may think it shows admirable community spirit that every night everyone gathers round to lay their money down, this sounds like simple minded socialism to us.
Besides, your sort are simply not welcome around here.
Begone.
Up Yours,
The Conservative Party.
I'm just writing to enquire as to why you never come to my hometown on any of your numerous world tours.
Just imagine the scene.The curtains go up and you're there on stage in front if 1000 adoring fans and their wives and girlfriends.Adrian strikes the opening chords of The Wicker Man and starts riffing away furiously.Dave,with his adorable,little round face then joins in creating that glorious twin guitar attack.Harry bounds onto the stage like a hyperactive teenager and Janicks going bonkers belying his advancing years but not really doing much else.Nicko's just being Nicko.
There's not an egg in site.
Then the moment arrives.You finally get to shout the immortal line,
"Sceam for me Grimsby Auditorium!"
"SCREAM FOR ME GRIMSBY AUDITORIUM!!!!!!"
Now tell me you don't want that.
No? Oh well your loss pal.
Yours,a disgruntled breakstuff.