Sorry folks, another haircut blog. Well, we could be entering LD 2..
I pine for Glynis Barber again.
And she pines for me (yeah right, sub-editor comment)
Sheds are not for me. I’ll leave the carpentry and their abrasives to the Aussies. I’m a fringe guy born and bred; straight and to the front Trouble is Greta could be right. The crow’s feet, sorry, nest has sighted rising tides. By Gore, I’m going to have an island at the forefront of my bonce.
Don’t bother me none. It will rule the waves And it has a dashing, crashing coo’s lick promontory.