Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Fickle, Forsooth

I'm in love. With whom, you ask? Who has captured my heart? Who has made all other men seem like rubbish? Who, by the sheer strength of his tweed-clad presence, has in fact wiped all other men from the face of planet, from the whole of the space time continuum like an army of enraged Daleks? Who?

Precisely.

He's brilliant, luv.


2 comments:

fruityfran said...

E's blody cheeky, e'is. But e's bit of'an al'roit, an' I fink I cood 'av a go!

C-Belle said...

Your Manchester accent is brilliant!

As you know, I'm simply rubbish at it!