Dear Daniel O'Donnell's Christmas Calendar Owner But Don't Tell The Wife:
There is a pleasantness to this, the most festive time of the year don'tcha think? The cream from moo-cows soft white underbelly has been poured on the troubled waters and yet those small boats that are CGI’d in the background, announce the heralding of the replenishment of the January with glad tidings, trimmings and burp with niceness for oh-nine.
Indeed, you cry all roguish & handsomely, we partially appreciate that special boxed sets seasonal episodes of ‘The Bill’ have been filmed using strange manpod-vehicles which squeak in orange colour a’plenty when you press them and a deleted scene was actually seen by Santos Mendoza as he had his franchise hidden by the Steadicam operator when they were doing the run-through before the shepherds saw the holy star of Crystallization and even Lady Penelope seems oblivious to the representational motif of Parker astride the Christmas tree in the lobby.
No doubt the French (not the Saunders), didn’t like us in the war – as my 26 year old granddaughter, Peri-Peri Chicken Girl used to say as she would absorb the Horton Rd barriers into her gnamtic poetry and try and get John in for the official handover of the laminating machine instruction leaflet.
And remember kids, you never actually own an Argos store, at best, you just get invited to read their catalogue......
Sat down on the bench in Eastgate St listening to Roland with Cherub Bumph Whinneydash.
Clingington ?. Wipeitov (sounds russian, n'est pas?)
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