P.p.s. I Am Giving You

A Nod Is As Good As A Wink To A Blind Badger.

I Wanted To Kill Her And Make Her Eat Her Fringe. And Her Knickers.

Rosie Laughed In A Not Too Reassuring Way If You Like Sane Laughter.

There He Is, Tall, Tanned, Italian, Sophisticated. So What Do You Do?" I Said, "er, Leap On Him And Snog Him Within An Inch Of His Life? Taking Care Not To Strangle Myself On His False Beard, Or Disturb His Banana.

The Fly In Her Argument Is That When She Says, 'they' Will Feel Like Lemons, We Don't Know Who 'they' Are. And 'they' Might Be Lemons.