Jas, Whatever Tom Has Under

When We Did Eventually Get To The Party - Me Walking Next To Dad's Volvo Driving At Five Miles An Hour - I Had A Horrible Time. Everyone Laughed At First But Then More Or Less Ignored Me. In A Mood Of Defiant Stuffed Oliveness I Did Have A Dance By Myself But Things Kept Crashing To The Floor Around Me. The Host Asked If I Would Sit Down. I Had A Go At That But It Was Useless. In The End I Was At The Gate For About An Hour Before Dad Arrived.

The Tannoy Is Crackling But I Can Only Hear Heavy Breathing And Snuffling. ... Uh-oh, The Tannoy Is Crackling Again. "sorry About That, Ladies And Gentlemen, I Momentarily Lost Hold Of My Pie.

You Are Not Ashamed Of Our Luuurve, Are You, Jas?' 'look, Shut Up, People Might Hear.' 'what Do You Mean, The People Who Live In The Telephone?

I Gave My Artistic Laugh And Also Threw In Some Quirky Language For Good Measure. "lawks-a-mercy, No! I'm Going To Have A Long Bath And..." I Looked Shyly Down. Which Is Pretty Impressive To Have Done Artistic Laugh, Quirky Language And Shyness All In The Space Of Ten Seconds.

As I Have Often Said, She Has Two Styles Of Acting: With Or Without The Beard.