No Jones?
Tsk man, you are playing with fire....
I was chuffed by the messages of well being n chit I got as a result of that rambling, inane or not. So as a further reminder of the true meaning of Xmastide I bring you a small tale wot I nicked off of one of those electronic mails.
Two businessmen attend the funeral of a mutual colleague. One man says to the other, "How much did he
leave?"The other responds........
"He left it all."
Derrrrr obvious eh?
Everyone leaves it all. And nobody on their death bed wishes they spent more time acquiring more money to
leave. Most people realize that it's their primary relationship in their life, that is the most meaningful. Too many people realize in those final moments that they should have done things differently. Yet we
forget and get distracted.
Fo show. So have a great Xmas and so as not to disapoint Mr Flutterby here's our traditional "fit lass in santa outfit" pic.
In return I am sure he is sending me his "how to make sure you don't cock up the Xmas dinner" crash course. Have been trying to follow Jamie Oliver's crafty cockerknee banter but other than calling everyone "Tiger" it's not been much help. Oh to be a hairy biker or indeed Gordon heffin Gin Ramsey.
Then again, they all wish they were me, innit?
Right a Perry WOTR billchap awaits my bristles.
Pips
Dave


2 comments:
Dave
thanks for the sexy santa pic, top totty as always mate
instructions on cooking the perfect turkey will be in the post with your card
well it would be if I could find your address
'ello Dave
No flowers, but I baked her some mince pies and cooked a big roast pork dinner.
Job done
:-)
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